While you're waiting for part twos here's a poem I made during lunch today :)
I am temporary but my scars are not.
Their faded lines and fresh cuts litter my body.
They sting from both new and old pain.
How beautifully horrid they are,
Decorating my being with red.
Such a lovely color against tan skin.
The pain floods over me with an aftertaste of ecstasy,
As each cut dives deeper into red waters.
What once was as warm as the heat of an unforgiving desert,
Became as cold as the night in the dry, never ending sands.
Red slips away from blue, tumbling into cold waters.
Blue struggles to stay above water.
Red drowns out blue.
Blue turns as cold as red,
And red's fire dwindles.
YOU ARE READING
Langst Oneshots
Fanfiction- on permanent hiatus - All of these are my original ideas and stories. If you see any of my oneshots in a different book please tell me or report them. Please ask before taking one of my ideas. I put a lot of time, effort and hard work into these...
