The colour of mortality,
the colour of the blood passing through our veins.
Bursting hearts filled with joy and adoration,
Red roses given and received.
Crimson dress and golden hoop earrings,
young love with hearts pumping and pulses racing.
Crimson floods down marble steps,
Bloody rivers flow violently down.
Screams for a love lost,
With one pulse dead still.
Pain wracking each,
Lost to each other for a lifetime.
One shot as her love lay dead,
Blood spilling and running.
Matching the flooding tears,
A horrific mirror image with a new red dress.
YOU ARE READING
A Collection of thoughts
RandomThings that cross my mind while I am emotional. Most will be less than a paragraph per chapter. May update once a century. Not one of these are planned. I just wanna say, I see people putting others work on other websites and stuff, but please don'...
