Blood red,
My adolescent friend.
I've had to accept that
You'll always be an unwelcomed visitor.
Knocking at my door at the end of each month.
My body starts to ache
upon your arrival.
Obviously Blood Red I can't
Be a tyrant every time you knock at my door.
Sometimes I'm even sweeter than most days.
You wouldn't even tell that I have an unwanted guest.
When you're around I can't help but to have the urge to stay in bed.
Your presence expands my appetite and palette.
Your presence tests my patience.
Your presence builds up insecurities when I'm in my favourite finely pressed white dress.
Blood red, you old friend
I've had to accept that
You'll always be an unwelcomed visitor.
Knocking at my door at the end of each month.
Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 7:47 AM UTC
Blood red,
My adolescent friend.
I've had to accept that
You'll always be an unwelcomed visitor.
Knocking at my door at the end of each month.
My body starts to ache
upon your arrival.
Obviously Blood Red I can't
Be a tyrant every time you knock at my door.
Sometimes I'm even sweeter than most days.
You wouldn't even tell that I have an unwanted guest.
When you're around I can't help but to have the urge to stay in bed.
Your presence expands my appetite and palette.
Your presence tests my patience.
Your presence builds up insecurities when I'm in my favourite finely pressed white dress.
Blood red, you old friend
I've had to accept that
You'll always be an unwelcomed visitor.
Knocking at my door at the end of each month.
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