Dying For Love
This is probably my best so far.
A deep crimson red,
her heart is half dead.
The other part is alive,
and for healing it strives.
The blood in her veins,
flows as the moon waxes and wanes.
She number the stars,
as each memory that's our's.
In her head, she hears
ringing of a million tears.
She cannot break away,
so she must slay.
She shakes and she rattles.
In her head, she battles.
She fights all her gloom,
in her damask, dark tomb.
her heart is half dead.
The other part is alive,
and for healing it strives.
The blood in her veins,
flows as the moon waxes and wanes.
She number the stars,
as each memory that's our's.
In her head, she hears
ringing of a million tears.
She cannot break away,
so she must slay.
She shakes and she rattles.
In her head, she battles.
She fights all her gloom,
in her damask, dark tomb.
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