lights changing in the neighbouring windows
in the violet sky it slowly snows
a soft lullaby and crimson lips
into the night life still goes
people alive in balconies, halls
could be a painting, how your gown flows
long, tender curls with golden strips
heartbeats echo as the lovers compose
(read with clair de lune in the bg or something to romanticise lol)
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Poetrysome byproducts of my mental health state. abstract and surreal some stories some real paintings and illusions mostly with a creepy feel i think there must be like a few love poems too? idk tw: (some direct some not) mentions of death, blood, burnin...
