Every time i see red
All i can think of are those rose petals on the bed
The broken heart
The broken promises
Left me wanting lead in my head
But yet i survived
Learned from the experience
My soul to contrive
The scars on my heart
Have healed over time
As all wounds do
But it still left a mark
A mark that i refuse to bring in the dark
Apr 4, 2019
Apr 4, 2019 at 12:23 AM UTC
Every time i see red
All i can think of are those rose petals on the bed
The broken heart
The broken promises
Left me wanting lead in my head
But yet i survived
Learned from the experience
My soul to contrive
The scars on my heart
Have healed over time
As all wounds do
But it still left a mark
A mark that i refuse to bring in the dark
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