𝘼𝙣𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙮 𝙊𝙛 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙀𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙩𝙮

𝘿𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙈𝙎

Summer nights,
Dim street lights,
Airy rains
and the moon so bright.

Flowing hair,
In the serene air,
Dark red roses
whose petals so fair.

Bleeding lips,
Curing tips,
Painting while
the evening leaves.

Clouded skies,
Closed eyes,
And now in the dawn
a suicide note flies.

Horrified screams,
Vague light beams,
Creamy white roses
resting in the grave of my dreams.

                      
                      - fantasyyyyphobiasss

                                   ~A