Red.
- Mar 9, 2011
- 1 min read
Red,
that is how it felt.
So sharp that is burned,
So deep that it stung.
A misguided passion of words
that cut to the deepest core.
Today I did not want that anymore.
The weeds have been pulled,
a new seed had to be sown,
One to let me know that I was never alone.
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