Poems from helenas_soup
What's the color red?
It's not the color of the hair on my hair,
Nor the color of the sheets on my bed,
NO.
It's the color of blood spilt...
When I wish upon a star
I dream of something far
Up above, beyond my dreams
More extreme that it seems
I wish for small things
Not fancy...
When all that's left is war
All the wars of our miseries
When all we know we want no more
of this confusing mystery
Finding yourself...
Who are we?
What are we to be?
What have we to see?
I know who I am.
I know what I am.
I know what I've seen.
Corruption comes in many...
Many feel sorrow in his eyes
As I too wittiness a reprise
In death in not knowing
Whether or not his family would be showing
Searching the...