the sun is nothing but a flower
the petals created by the blur
of my own vision

my heart’s so fragile;
i’m afraid to give it away,

all that’s left of me is
a sarcastic personality,
and even that is
starting to fade.

I'm either dead
or in fear
the inbetween is nice
but still there are sides to the spectrum

Roses are red, or are they?
The only red visible are the blood stains on her cheeks and the droplets off her nostrils...
Violets?? The only ones i see are the bruises on her left eye, cause yhu always use yhur right.
But still yet, each night she basks in the awe of yhu,
Unable to escape this loop.
She loves yhu regardless...