Stained
Stained
Weeping ever so softly,
Bleeding in multiple hues,
The door to you has just been closed,
Separating me from you;
Soaked in your emotions,
I find it hard to breathe,
Drowning in your presence,
That which is killing me;
Tearing through my heart,
Just to find a way,
Stained with the blood of hope,
Trying to wash you away;
Sifting through the memories,
That I had once cherished,
The way that I have felt for you,
Has now gone and perished;
by Thomas Perry
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