color me red
i was stood up so i wrote this!
love me,
take my hands,
and feel the lines of a sad women once again,
shattered with eyes of confusion,
crying silently in my head,
emotions color me red,
let it flush over me,
taking away each breath I take,
as this feeling comes over me,
rushing through my blood,
pumping into my big beautiful beating heart,
as you taking me apart,
while I'm lying on the floor,
so I let time stand still,
with chips of me,
and little swirls of endless time,
running around the clock over and over again,
as if its running the same time around each role,
undo me whole,
and feel inside my wonderful soul,
with your hands so cold,
like the dead,
emotions color me red,
let it flush over me,
taking away each breath i take,
now let me awake from my sleep,
to a brand new day,
out of my bed,
and out of my head,
now color me red.
my grandma was dieing so i wrote this
Leafs blowing in the wind
I'm standing straight
Still tall and strong
And all along
I'm trying not to cry
Why did she have to leave me?
Why did she have to die?
My thoughts consume me
But still they seem so empty
And yet they fill my head
As I stand and wonder
What its like to be dead
Nothing to feel
Cuz nothing is real
Laying there
Cold in the ground
Or maybe were all
Heaven bound
I don't know were we go when we die
But it's nice to think
She's some place high
With golden streets
And pearly gates
Maybe that her one true fate
To be next to someone like god
Is that so wrong
As I sigh
I can't bare the pain
So I say her name once again
Cuz I just want to curl up
And let it out
A loud screaming cry to the heavens
Why?
But I don't
I just sigh
So heavy
As I feel the leafs blowing in the wind
So I stand straight
Still tall and strong
And all along I'm trying not to cry
Why did she have to leave me?
Why did she have to die?
The answer
Only god knows why
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