By Arcassin Burnham




Back to the book,
With the blue hand print,
Eyes,
When you look with the dark tint,
You were the best,
Loved you every chance I took,
And every chance I took,
In writing this book for you,
Wishing I took a nuke for you,
I blew up with my body parts hanging off,
Its pass my curfew,
Kissing you in virtue,
Called a dream,
The red book will bleed,
But the red bed will be ******.