Bloody moon
The one that is used as a knife
The one that cares blood in her soul
Blood of the ones who dare to love her
Bloody moon
Bloody noon
The scarlet sky
In memory of the ones who died trying to have her
Bloody moon
The only one of red love
The love that anyone wants
The love that dies
Bloody moon
Lonely moon
Full of love
Full of hate
Bloody moon
Bloody end
Bloody fate
Bloody hate
Bloody moon
The hate
The love
And the ones lost in the way
-bloody moon
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Dead Fowers
Şiir"As I write myself I grow Cause, I know how to lick Cuts and pain So, I bloom Bloom into you" - "Dead Flowers In My Feels" is a compilation of poems through adolescence till now. I used to thought that I was a poet but now I realize I just vent with...
