deepundergroundpoetry.com
I miss the warmth of you
My hands stained with loves blood
run cold
the levee has broken
loves waters
have all run dry
the storms we created
have destroyed
love to hatred
why do love and hate walk hand in hand
blood from the nose
is the same color
as a rose
now the colors have faded
run cold
the levee has broken
loves waters
have all run dry
the storms we created
have destroyed
love to hatred
why do love and hate walk hand in hand
blood from the nose
is the same color
as a rose
now the colors have faded
Published 20th Mar 2019
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 3
reading list entries 1
comments 3
reads 403
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.
20th Mar 2019 3:30pm
The depth of sadness is palpable, Terry.
Are you purposely eschewing possessive tenses, i.e. - love(')s blood, waters, etc?
Are you purposely eschewing possessive tenses, i.e. - love(')s blood, waters, etc?
20th Mar 2019 3:36pm
20th Mar 2019 3:37pm
