Poetry block…
Constant inconsistency
Confused by my simplicity
Desperate for your toxicity
Shadows from the moon cast a shade of crimson light,
Reflecting stories of this waning night.
The pinkish hue has remnants of me and you.
While I ponder the sight in my tainted view
I see the expression of whispered delight.
I put my pen to paper and begin to write
A caption of my dancing thoughts.
As words stream together in tightly pulled knots,
The blood of my tears that drop to the page
Remind me of crimson light in my quiet rage.
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