It's the warmth you feel when you first saw him. It's the colour of your cheeks when he talked to you.
It's the colour of your heart when he touched it. It was his favourite dress that you wear.
It's his lips when he kissed you. It's the colour that describes the love between you and him.
It's your head when you saw him kissing your best friend.
It's the blood on your arms because you couldn't handle it.
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Some fucked up poetry
PoetryI try to express my feelings and my life in some shitty poetry. Sometimes it helps to clear my mind. I know it's not so good but I thought it would be a good idea to keep it all together. well yea.. enjoy a moment in my messy mind and broken hear...
