Crimson Tide...

Love is disguised,
Complimented by life,
Like a body washed up,
Drowning in crimson tide;
What's left to savour in this world,
Questions with no answers are my curse,
Breathless in this sunset,
Another chapter lived, but also burned,
A journey through my tortured eyes,
A memory in a compelling mind,
Now awakening to a life that's mine,
How I bleed for this crimson tide...

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"Love is disguised"
It is sometimes, I guess.
I love the term... "Crimson tide" it conjures all sorts of surreal images x
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Yeah I thought so too, thanks ?