The Scarlet Blossom

What onces was
is no more.
Fresh and alive
once
What now lays,
a withered glory.
Where is your beauty blossom?

What was that pain,
that you dyed yourself scarlet.

White and unblemished
Pure and all believing were you.

Where is love?
you ask.
pain and pain again is all you felt.
The pain of losing something so precious
forever.
Pain
Blossom, blossom
Why do you dye yourself blood red?

To be remembered
you say
To be remembered.


In rememberance of a girl i barely knew. Is it all worth it just to be remembered? Y do u corner youself to a way of no return?
Life is precious readers. Sometimes what lies before is just too difficult to unknot. But you know what the solution is?
Time.
Stick around and you will find your answer to whatever. Stick around!