A sketch, a word,
A piece of paper.
With emotions never heard.
That was sent to him or her.
Completely ignored by the crush,
As a sad person loses their heart
Or hangs from a noose strung in a rush.
And a soul and mind depart.
A burning desire,
A timeless sorrow,
Burning like a blue fire,
Scorching the dawn of tomorrow.
Horrid and deppressed.
A black hand reaches from the shadows.
To turn people sick and compressed.
When they drown in the shallows.
An ignored confession,
An oblivious crush,
With a knife session,
Put against the skin, where the color is blush.
A single drop,
Of Crimson liquid.
Most of the time considered a prop,
To shrivel up and die, as the knife cuts mid.
They're never seen again,
In love or memory
When the love feels the pain,
And sees with eyes that can't see.
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 10:20 AM UTC
A sketch, a word,
A piece of paper.
With emotions never heard.
That was sent to him or her.
Completely ignored by the crush,
As a sad person loses their heart
Or hangs from a noose strung in a rush.
And a soul and mind depart.
A burning desire,
A timeless sorrow,
Burning like a blue fire,
Scorching the dawn of tomorrow.
Horrid and deppressed.
A black hand reaches from the shadows.
To turn people sick and compressed.
When they drown in the shallows.
An ignored confession,
An oblivious crush,
With a knife session,
Put against the skin, where the color is blush.
A single drop,
Of Crimson liquid.
Most of the time considered a prop,
To shrivel up and die, as the knife cuts mid.
They're never seen again,
In love or memory
When the love feels the pain,
And sees with eyes that can't see.
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