Sep 2020
The petals on the stem,
A red without shadow.
Blood stained flowers
Marking us red;
The color of our hearts,
And the connection in our minds.
The fibers in the stem,
Become the python of my throat,
I’ll slowly lose air,
Until there’s none left for life.
A red without shadow.
Blood stained flowers
Marking us red;
The color of our hearts,
And the connection in our minds.
The fibers in the stem,
Become the python of my throat,
I’ll slowly lose air,
Until there’s none left for life.
I honestly don’t even know what I’m writing. It’s not a love poem though, because I’m not in love with anyone.
