Cherries As Red As Blood Poem by Axley Jade Blaze

Cherries As Red As Blood

So much turmoil
Tear-drops are a stain on the face
Like some recent and trendy style of make-up
Expressing a dismal tale
The way cherry lips scream, 'kiss me'
These stains
They cry another, more tragic message.
But, beauty is equal
Melancholic or alive?
It's all the same to me.
An unusual allure.
And yet, I realized even cherry red lips
Don't draw others inside that pout
The way this fashion statement does.
The power in destruction's aftermath:
All that broken beauty.
It's well documented delirium and madness—
And something more doleful, all linger beneath.
And still they always cry for more.

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