- Non-Erotic Poetry
- painting the walls
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Pain,
a dark spot,
a bright spot
bloody red spots…
Blood....
dripping,
dropping,
slipping like,
life- down my arms…
Life,
oozing
away…
no longer apart of me.
Fear,
gripping me
holding on
like your hands around my throat…
Love,
lost-
no longer felt,
no longer held,
In my beating heart…
Hatred,
what I felt when you looked at me,
your hands on me
my bones breaking.
My heart broken…
blood dripping, lifeless…
there on the floor...
Blades,
life’s blood,
Painting the walls
like, what was in my heart…
When I loved you.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 16 years agoof all the ones you have written, this is one of my favorite poems. even the spacing worked well. Bravo
