Color of Hate
Why is love
The shade of red?
The same crimson
Color that trickles down my leg.
sun cannot light up my day,
It's forever in shades of
Endless, darkening gray.
What hurt has caused
One never knew
What results would come
And how this will never be through.
Endless tears fall,
Drenching my pillow,
I'm falling now,
But who can catch me
As I fall into the scarlet river?
Deceit rose
In my frozen tomb,
Nothing to dry
This unending dew.
All alone
I cry
All alone
I scream
And maybe one day,
Someone will let me go
To be free.
by
writingmysoulsdiaryposted on 05/05/2008
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