Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Brandy Nicole Sep 2015
With scents of crimson
and emerald lace, I
remembered your embrace.
With your hand around my throat, the scent of blood as we collided.
You're all I know of love, and boy
I know you.
As memories flood I as held that torn dress, with scents of crimson and emerald lace

— The End —