REDS! A poem for those who lost out on love
REDSThe Carmal colored tip that touches my lips
Reminds me of the last time we kissed
The fire burning from the inside out
Reminds me of the love you said would never burn out
The white paper slowly turning brown
Reminds me of how quickly the pure turn around
The smoke dancing in the air
Reminds me of the love that was there
The cherry getting closer, Burning my finger tips
Reminds me of the truth behind your lips
The filter that i throw away
Reminds me of the things we did not say
The ashes, Thats left is all i see
Reminds me of the past that use to be
By David
Comments (4)