BlogHide Resteemsthelegendaryanya (25)in poetry • 8 years agoThe Wrath of the CalmThe scarlet of the blood The crimson in my cheeks another shade to my sin not the love—as it seems The beauty of the pride The youth of my lust has no boundaries to reach with the calm…thelegendaryanya (25)in poetry • 8 years agomy technical heartI gave him my technical heart unscrewed to parts Thought the red had turned to rust that I brushed him the dust But he wrapped so close his blood coloured it and sort into one healing bolt…