In my head
Lovers elope
hearts tear into million bits and pieces
love is an unfulfilled wish
dreams don't end good
passion is the autumn leaf
poetry is an ugly clothing
wishes are never plain
good always becomes the bad
leaves turn red by the end
clothes are for the tattered
Plain is the middle name of imagination
Plain endings
Tattered imagination.
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A/N: an experiment of sorts...
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©VioletEden
5thMarch2017
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Vermillion
PoetryI have been surviving the past few years, counting on my hands, the days taking me, to the impending end. I will not. I will not sacrifice my hands anymore for something so sacrilegious. I color my hands with Vermillion, rub the pages of my noteboo...
