Red 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...
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oh lover boy, you're so lovesick, to see you being embraced was a wish, will i see you someday no more sick? i want to see you married to her, i want to see you happy with her, dreams fulfilled all which ones broke away, but i can't guarantee if fate will be great as all i can see since years, you're broken and lonely and i can't do anything, weepy eyes you do have tears, fears, heart worn out of body, yet you're challenging fate again singing melody of melancholy sending breathe inside our painting frames where both varmalas are exhanged, two hearts fluttering, petals of the moonflower showering.
