Thursday, November 22, 2012

Stained

My love for you has stained
my heart
to the deepest shade of
desire, the color of
sheer gossamer covering my
eyes, that look at you
through the blur of
my tears.
No amount of blood
can paint my heart
red again.
Posted by at
Labels:

2 comments:

  1. BoshikaMarch 2, 2013 at 9:22 AM

    Can relate to this quite a bit. Thanks for this.

    ReplyDelete
  2. jaimiengleMarch 2, 2013 at 9:23 AM

    Nice. Great line there at the end “no amount of blood can paint my heart red again.” Very visual and full of meaning. Thanks for sharing!

    ReplyDelete

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)