With emotions so high, I wonder if I could turn red,
Like blood that blankets my bones.
I was never one to be inspired by the ones
Who decided that anger was truth, alone.
But now, even the sweetest of daisies have gone cold.
And I wonder if I too would turn red,
Like the blood that blankets my bones.
Aug 19, 2019
Aug 19, 2019 at 4:31 AM UTC
With emotions so high, I wonder if I could turn red,
Like blood that blankets my bones.
I was never one to be inspired by the ones
Who decided that anger was truth, alone.
But now, even the sweetest of daisies have gone cold.
And I wonder if I too would turn red,
Like the blood that blankets my bones.
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