From sunrise until twilight,
My love for you is red like your blood.
From sundown until morning light,
My love for you is black, like the leaves dried
From the rose I wanted to give you
But never did.
Oh darling,
Isn't it lovely to be in so much pain?
May 11, 2019
May 11, 2019 at 10:43 AM UTC
From sunrise until twilight,
My love for you is red like your blood.
From sundown until morning light,
My love for you is black, like the leaves dried
From the rose I wanted to give you
But never did.
Oh darling,
Isn't it lovely to be in so much pain?
Written by
17/Genderqueer/Your local grocery store
May 11, 2019
May 11, 2019 at 10:43 AM UTC
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