this would be a pretty long poem. it has 54 lines that's a record for me so far. it makes some sense but it's really subtle. you can always expect that from me.

Heaven's got nothing on me

Love is what I don't know

Redemption is what I can't feel

White is the color of my room

White is the color of my dress

I'm falling from the sky

Black is the color of my pain

Black is the color of my wounds

I'm not as innocent as you think I am

Scarlet is the color of my tears

Scarlet is the color when I bleed

Two diverges in my heart and soul

Blue is the color of my eyes

Blue is the color of my sorrow

Even more than you know

In this Lonely Valley

That's where I forever belong

Without a thing to feel or to see

Gray is the color of you touch

Gray is the color of your forgiveness

So gentle and subtle

Red is the color of your love

Red is the color of you warmth

Something I needed to feel all these years

Stained walls are the color of my past

Stained walls I can't even bear to look at

Tainted with my own blood

Splattered paint all over the ground

My drawing of you can't be finished

Tears mixed in

Sprawled across the ground

Blood surrounding the paint

Shattered glass near my open wounds

Eyes worn from Tears

Skin irritated from slitting

Arms tired from painting

Face pale from December

Aggravated by the sight of pain

Becoming more sick as a second passes by

Nothing you could do

Can help me rid of everything

Never once in my life have I ran from anything

Blinded by this pain

Blinded by these tears

Not even you can help what can't be helped

The purity has been washed away

No longer can I call myself one

A secret that I keep with me

Blue is the color of the sky

With all the white clouds

That's where I'm falling from

Blue is the color of your eyes

Falling forever until I was caught

By you

this poem is like an epic compared to my other ones. my shortest poem has 12 lines and i haven't posted that up yet. i'm still deciding on the coupling. same message as usual review or don't review it doesn't matter. if you are going to, don't ask me any questions about this poem. it was pretty random the first amount of lines. the 6th and 9th line could be used interchangebly. before it was switched but then a friend said it make sense the other way too so i'm trying it this way.