I could walk for miles, and never get tired. I have so much on my mind, most undesired.
Its so hard living in a coloured world when all you see is grey, i try to concerntrate and focus but my mind gets lead astray
Black is one of my favorite colours, red when i see my own blood. I start to feel relief when i see my blade flood
I wish to see red all the time, apart from black when im ready to die.
- Author: Billie-Jade Locke (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: February 5th, 2018 11:09
- Category: Sad
- Views: 40
- Users favorite of this poem: rrivera138, Anonymous Human
Comments2
Well written and expressed
Your poetry is great, and intimately sad. The melancholy is expressed with much maturity which is hard to find in poetry at times. The traditional rhyming scheme adds depth and never feels tacked on. Good stuff. I hope you'll write a happy one for us some day. ✌🏼
Thanks so much, i hope so one day too. 😀
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