You turn your head
Your blood-red eyes to me
And speak
Your tone is low
You almost glow it seems
Yet weak
Your time to come
A different drum I see
We stray
I feel the fear
It’s creeping near to me
This day
You turn your head
Your blood-red eyes to me
And cry
Of how you’ve bled
These words you’ve said are free
But lie
(c) Helen Valentina 2014, All Rights Reserved
helenvalentina 
A pondering verse. The words are free but lie. Heavy
Thanks so much!! 🙂
Oh, I just relish your poems.
Thank you, that is so kind!! 🙂
What a thought flow! Its beautiful to see words flowing literally from a bowl of emotions covered with nostalgia! Beautiful words…. :’)
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So very emotive, Sis…..well done!! 🙂 xxxx
Thanks Skye!! 🙂