Burning.
Ready to fall.
If I had fell
Would you have also?
I admit I almost fell today.
But she dragged me back away.
The rocks bounce across the water.
Splash.
Is it blood?
Metal slices through flesh.
Light turns to dark.
Shadows break across the flowing expanse.
It is the human mind.
Within those shadows.
The girl with the glasses taunts me.
Her friendly manner haunts me.
I want to know her better.
But Im afraid to ask.
The girl with the crimson hair.
She eats my soul.
Unknowing Saviour.
But ultimately she is unworthy.
So tempting.
So nauseating.
Ice burns through flesh.
Burning.
Save Me.














Comments
Is the girl with the crimson hair a recurring motif? O__o
Thanks for the comments. Yes, the girl with the crimson hair was a recurring motif in a cycle of poetry I wrote, which went like this:
1. Rainy Days
2. Broken
3. Crucify Me
4. A Cliff
5. To The Girl With Red Hair
6. The Girl With The Guitar
7. Alive Again
I may have left a poem out of that list, it was a long time ago, but yeah, all those poems are based off an event and the repercussion of that. Thanks again for reading, it's really encouraging to see people commenting on my work.
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