His cheeks.
Her lips.
Their hearts.
That day all of them dived in the pool of crimson red.
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Dead Ends
PoésieSometimes it's not about the end. It's just about the story. A collection of four liners that I wrote which didn't have the oh-so-perfect endings. Well because life doesn't offer each and everyone the fairytale endings they grew up listening to.
Crimson
His cheeks.
Her lips.
Their hearts.
That day all of them dived in the pool of crimson red.
