Beauty Runs Red

December 12, 2007
Beauty runs red
As red as my blood.
Beneth scars
Of the teror
Each slit
Tells a story
Of how her gracefullness
Became me
Her smile
No competition for the sun
Became me
Firce as the ocean
Yet as soft as the rain
Into the moonlight
Her name still remains
Our past
Our fondness
Everything that mattered
In the world we became
Not two but one heart
bond together forever
Crashing into the cries
Pitch Black heart
As black as the night
Left forever
Her wonderous soul
Left to wonder
All alone
My arm
Is this all you see?
That when she left
She took a part of me

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