Lost and tired
crystals and snow
feeling my dignity
tumble and fall.
My Head is burning
my cigarette glows
I'm turning and turning
for his unholy show.
Absurd and fucked up
are these red scenes
of unloved lovers
loving each other to be free.
Nothing society sees,
closed eyelids, heavy breathe,
just a means to our needs,
hidden after everyone leaves.
Lost and tired,
where will I go
down that red road
or is there still hope?
Red Light - Bella M.
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PoetryEmotions, thoughts and moments of my life, captured in poetry. Some are pretty dark, others pretty and light. Some about love, and some about hate. I use this as therapy, so welcome to my world. Most in english some in german. **Trigger warning: r...
