Pain
Blood running from my veins
Onto the beige old carpet
Rubi red
My lips
My wine
My chicks
The sheets
Laying over my unmade
naked bed.
Naked
My body
My soul
In this poem.
Pain
In the hallow cave
Between my legs
Since the day you left.
Blood
All over my throat
For biting my lips
So hard
So I would not cry.
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 10:24 PM UTC
Pain
Blood running from my veins
Onto the beige old carpet
Rubi red
My lips
My wine
My chicks
The sheets
Laying over my unmade
naked bed.
Naked
My body
My soul
In this poem.
Pain
In the hallow cave
Between my legs
Since the day you left.
Blood
All over my throat
For biting my lips
So hard
So I would not cry.
While listening classical music the muse came to me and gifted us with this poem. Enjoy it. Eva
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