Fingerprints of the past

This is all of the other poems that I make. I have a lot of old ones, and as I make more, I will put them in here in chapters. (:


16. Bright Red and Blue

I find this story

Bright red and blue

I will tell you the words

And don't doubt that it's true.


The Ocean was blue

And her blood was red

It mixed with each other when

She wanted so badly to be dead.


It is the truth

That without fear

She would not have seen it

Bright red and blue so clear.


Now you take carfe

Don't end up like that

You are so much better without

Bright red and blue mixing like that.

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