One bite
and you took a bite of me
but the fantasy never wore off
if only violet was her name behind the purple eyes
of her rebel heart venom
then the night wouldn't take the bait
but it would still play
one by one
and one bite of my blood
and you would see me drip my red blossom
of my bloody rose
and even though you are still the moon under
the blue of my spotlight fantasy
you will always be my blue moon of my heart in
the blue of the bite of me that loves you
so do you love me or love me not?
YOU ARE READING
The Sun wasn't High anymore
FantasíaThe sun wasn't high enough It was only the moon that was active And the roses were ready to bloom with the night But the BlueMoon was at love with the rose petal Of his dreams Even though the sun wasn't high anymore.
