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.
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My heart is screaming it's burning With not fuel of hatred but with questions unanswered With a sight of the one brokenhearted Inability to embark the quest to save Unknown to where it's being led Fire dwells deep within me Flames crashing over each other Like waves which battle
I'm not hurt with my past thoughts But with those strange feelings Of brokenness coming from somewhere or someone else I still don't know what's it which is making me anxious to the extent it's hard to breathe air Dragon's damage comes out Flares flying in the sky of heart It's in smoke and dust Filling my hollowed heart
Tell me who are you? Why are you hurting me? What exactly are you? Give me answers please For i can't breathe anymore The panic stikes me hard The anxiety is builing within My burnt, yet magma void heart
