Slowly, I'm attaching my last wound.
Sitting in a puddle of my blood.
She is in my thoughts and takes my mind off the pain
My love for her now visible,
Red as my heart that beats for her,
Red as the wine we drank together
as well as the red roses that I gave to her
which she took the thorns of and stabbed them into my heart!
I now begin to feel the pain and see that I forgot a wound,
too big to attach before the last drip of love flowed out of me.
Hi,
My name is Shawn and i'm currently competing in a poetrycontest held by 'Castle Muiderslot'(in the Netherlands). I made it to the final round which takes place on their facebook page. I would really appreciate it if you could read my poem and maybe also vote for it by first liking the 'Kasteel Muiderslot' page and after that the photo of my poem.
Here is the link to my poem& to the page that you should ''like'' before voting for my poem: http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=193253507392628&set=a.191944874190158.79769.115788735139106&type=1&theater )
