Blood Red

Blood Red short poem

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Betrayals from long-ago,
Resurfaced when I saw you.
Though time had past,
The wounds still bleed.
As if the damage,
Was done yesterday!

No apologies ever flowed,
From your evil lips.
Sympathy was never implied,
All I could see was blood red,
When you sauntered by!

Hopefully this will be the last time,
I see your unsympathetic face.
Because I need to breathe again,
And not be a victim anymore-
To your lying schemes.

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I am a single mom who love my boys very much. I write poems for an outlet for my emotions. It feels wonderful when you get the opportunity to put your thoughts on paper and see if people can truly get what you are trying to convey.
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