Thoughts that came through me when I least needed them.
I'm warning you, don't read this for the sake of your peaceful mind that will eventually turn into a mess once you read this.
Just saying.
Tata
She was red-and lots and lots of red She was no ordinary, only one of a kind She was alive as blood--the one flowing right inside your veins She was sweet like an apple ---the eye-catching and cherished one; Her eyes shouted an everlasting love and loyalty She was more than enough, that's what everyone thought--everyone but him. He doesn't want red. He neither liked blood, Nor the sweet taste of an apple. Never liked loyalties, Not even everlasting love. For him, the color red alone wasn't enough. He wanted something more, something colorful--something that is not red. Yet, she wasn't giving up without a fight. Giving away her color to her one and only, Not knowing her color had already gave away. She was red and a lot more, Yet she gave it all away. Pale as a ghost she cries, Of self pity and of weary sighs. Realizing she was more than enough--but also not enough, for her love, her one and only.
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