The drops are so much deeper, and the highs aren't high at all. Ongoing expectant measures listed, of these persistent calls to pressure. To fill a frame that's drained, when switching off is no longer an option. Are these real problems or signs of age?
Before was easier, yesterday simpler, but would the early days help to mould, when you've already grown from there. Late observations of missed play, a rug pull calls out the fool to vacate. As we're a little bitter in vain, there's no sweetness today.
The pearls in the leaves of that tree splashed on my hand And primped it like an accessory so delicate ,so beautiful,so refreshing The tiny little pearls of nature "the dew drops" Seemed to just exist to make me glee...
Four drops of Carmine. One for hope, One for trust, One for love, One for guilt.
Carmine is the color of dried blood, the color is sometimes used to represent crime.
Life is real and hoping for something good even if the situation is ****** up, seems naive. Loving and trusting people with our lives then getting back stabbed for materialistic things is the truth. Accepting our mistakes out loud and expecting the society to give us a forward push instead all we get is taunts and negativity. In every individual's life there comes a moment where trusting, loving, feeling guilty and even hoping feels like a crime.
This piece is for the person who is trying to be as selfless as they can be and yet is faced with the downfalls. These four drops of carmine- hope,trust,love and guilt are the crimes committed by this person.