I once breathed in a love full of poison
It spread into all my lungs
Making me breathless
Yet i kept breathing it in
Because i didn't wanted to accept that bitter truth
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Petals of my moonflower
PoetryRed isn't always romance, sometimes it's blood, Moon isn't always for lovers, but sometimes for secret cries, Flowers aren't always for marriage, but sometimes for grave, Petals aren't always soft, sometimes they prick the soul. No plagiarism/No hat...
Poison?
I once breathed in a love full of poison
It spread into all my lungs
Making me breathless
Yet i kept breathing it in
Because i didn't wanted to accept that bitter truth
