Blood Red

This is a poem that I wrote about twelve years ago.

Blood Red

© Michelle C. Hillstrom

Thorns of blood red roses

pierce and slice my heart.

My blood lay ‘bout you

and you paint with it

this piece of art.

A pretty picture

of the girl I could never be

and all that’s in me

which you never thought to see.

I keep on slowly dying.

My tears keep on crying.

My heart continues to bleed

out all of my Love for you.

My Love’s a red pool all around you

but the pieces you don’t pick up.

My heart you don’t heal

so my heart keeps on bleeding

for this unrequited Love.