It isn't a bad thing,
to love someone else entirely,
and to get drunk with the idea of love,
so you let yourself get wasted.
I wasn't sad nor naive,
but the roses you held before bled,
with a shade of dried maroon red,
i mixed my blood in the palette and painted.
Mar 3, 2019
Mar 3, 2019 at 12:21 AM UTC
It isn't a bad thing,
to love someone else entirely,
and to get drunk with the idea of love,
so you let yourself get wasted.
I wasn't sad nor naive,
but the roses you held before bled,
with a shade of dried maroon red,
i mixed my blood in the palette and painted.
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