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The Red Woman Aug 2019
flower petals
look so pretty
falling down
as gently as
the touch of our
fingertips

but they die
and so does our love
but even in death
they look so pretty
and yet again
so does our love
The Red Woman Aug 2019
i fell into a deep grey void
and i can't get out
there's no sky
nothing but emptiness here
but i can sense the other side
so i scrath the walls until my nails bleed
red
i'll never reach the colours outside
so i'll settle for the red blood that's appearing
in my attempt of trying
The Red Woman Aug 2019
the word "love"
does not exist
in the dictionary
that is me
The Red Woman Aug 2019
i want to feel
i want to feel it all
but i dont feel
i kind of fall
but not into love
i fall into a void
of self pity and hate
The Red Woman Aug 2019
i cry every year on my birthday
you couldn't be there to keep traditions
so i made my own
The Red Woman Aug 2019
i expect too much of
myself
and of
others

pretty petty you
you don't have to be
a certain way
and you don't have to live
a certain way

so why
why do you expect it from
others?
The Red Woman Aug 2019
my gateway
is a sad song
and a single tear
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