You were blue,
But something was red.
Not my cheeks,
But the blood I shed.
Lying in my grave,
Where you buried me.
My mind breaking into pieces,
You said you still loved me.
Left my friends like Autumn leaves,
But your emotions rained over you.
Trying to get rid of me?
But I still live with you.
In the bed where you made me your own,
Lies a lady with red hair.
But when you are alone at midnight,
You can still watch me stare.
Time froze me,
You went on.
But in the walls you can still hear me,
Singing you a song.
Now even when your friends all die,
I will stay with you.
Not as pleasant as water,
But as brutal as you.
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Mishthi Shukla is a 15 years old Student.
“I write poems to escape the world, I dream to heal people.”