Endless cold nights when I wished for you;
I held myself tightly crying the blues.
The lively moon who once saw the red;
Heard the blues and lay dead.
The mind reminisced colors;
Of the days we were lovers.
If only I were a rose in your backyard;
But I gloomed in a graveyard.
With strings ever-broken,
Played hide and seek with the skeletons.
Lived amongst the dead;
But when you left I felt dread.
I thought you'd love me;
If red petals is all you could see.
So I bled and bled;
Birthed the perfect red.
I worshipped you in this faith-forgotten world.
Just to hear, 'Nobody loves a dead girl'
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Fire and Flood
PuisiShe hardly met sunshine, Her lover in disguise, But when they met, They drew colourful rainbows on the skies.
