my five line poem titled “Crimson”

Poem, poetry, Uncategorized

Love pours out of us in a never-ending cascade.

From a self-inflicted wound,

It pools crimson on the ground around us.

The illusion slowly bleeds us dry.

We die for love.

-Collins

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