I prick your finger as you reach for me. You bleed and your blood seeps through my vines. I drink it for it makes me beautiful. Your crimson red blood gives me my crimson colored petals.
I prick your finger as you reach for me. You bleed and your blood seeps through my vines. I drink it for it makes me beautiful. Your crimson red blood gives me my crimson colored petals.
Hello everyone, here I will be posting all the poems which I write. Not any particular genre, but I hope you all like it.
I am not a proper poet, but I write as a hobby. Hope so you all can relate t...