Crimson Love - Ashamed

Ashamed of myself,
How could I?
Crestfallen, I do hang My head,
Despondant I seem to be,
My heavyhearted sigh of melencholy,
Humms through the ears of all those watching me,
They shall see the wretchedness that has become Crimson,
They see all I can be,
A forlorned heart inconsolable by any.
perhaps watch me long enough,
a slight movement might be seen.

Crimson Love

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