Blood, error, failure, love: they all mean the same thing, don't they?
All the while, fighting for your way in the dark Swerving across roads, light is never a spark Once, I thought time is never still But, standing here finally made it more real The traces of love's lost, why am I finding it here Then again, it isn't like I have given you my ear We didn't want to be in this place or anywhere near Though our fate is never the same, we're right to fear I try to see how your blood meant something Finding peace, never would I try forgetting Until I know why you fell on this edge, enticing I will lay in your memories and start red writing
The beauty of sudden earsplitting terror Is surely enough to send you minutes before So that you could see your absolute error The guilt of finding mistakes you couldn't take back anymore And I'm feeling the pain of love's lost and harmony tossed Eventually, I'll find no less than a gram of happiness cost What color is it when you see you're wrong Was it red or another color that strong? One thing I learned is that time is fleeting True thing I realized is that love is deceiving The only time I regret is when I didn't see your reasoning Of why I should let you go and start red writing
Failing, falling, grasping for air What more could I give than happiness fair I failed, I am finally admitting it out loud I tried but I didn't have the right to be proud How could I live with the memories of turning back Whenever I walk, I see sour times and enough slack Piling up in heaps are guilt in crashing waves Beating myself up for not fighting the change And now that you've gone, I see the rising red in the sun Back when you were here, I see love setting on the run
Failure is what everyone does best And maybe red writing will take care of the rest Love is patient, love is kind, so they say The longing to see the rays of the brighter day But what is it called when it was never this way Was it even the same now that we know feelings won't stay? We could have been and we could have not What matters is that we have the right to be distraught Love is a grave, a trap to lure you in And no amount of red writing can save your skin Love is your loss, making you lose yourself And it eats your soul until nothing is left Under the fading moonlight, abiding in the view Blood, error, failure, love—what do they mean to you?
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I don't know what this poem means. Lol.
How about you? What does blood, error, failure, and love mean to you? Comment below. :)
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