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Red Line

Red Line

A Poem by Ria Kova

I had crossed the red line. The red line crossed your face.

How virgin, how pure
I'm caught in thrall
By your spring morning smell and colours of fall
So virgin, so pure, 
Before I came
You’re not the type for such dirty games
And while it’s just myself to blame
For pulling you in
The fault is yours
You, trying to stay the same
Not willing to change 
For the sake of our bond
T’was faith 
The moment you merged from the grey
I grew with such strong passion… 
You’ve been denying for too long
And as we embraced our love at last
They proved us wrong 
T’was late
Too late...
So late...
What else was I to do
But to imprison you
Within my own cell
I crossed the red line...
The red line crossed you face...
We played our wedding in the dark
In shame, in misery, but loved
And our engagement rings were cuffs 
My vows of faithful love were threats:
“I tore your wings, just as you pled
Treat me as King and do as said
I’ll shield you from our enemies,
As long as you don't leave this bed.
But disobey, and die with me.
Together, let's meet the light ahead:
The gates of Hell with flames of red.”

© 2013 Ria Kova

Author's Note

Ria Kova
I found this peom in my scrapbook. It is about a story I've been thinking of writing a long time ago. Might as well get inspired by nostalgia and finally write it down.

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This has got some lines that struck me fanastically. "Spring morning smell and colours of fall" - It was like pouring milk and honey over the senses. An incredible line. A few more stuck out in similar ways. A piece very welcoming for the eye of the imagination :)

- Rorschach

Posted 7 Years Ago

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Added on February 10, 2013
Last Updated on February 10, 2013
Tags: denying, sadism, broken heart, drama, tragedy, line, red, sin, love


Ria Kova
Ria Kova

Pattaya, Chon Buri, Thailand

Female, 16 y.o., a Russian-mutation, reside in the Kingdom of Thailand, interested in travelling, culture, languages, psychology, dancing, and writing of course. Talk to me, people, talk to me. The.. more..

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