thin lines of red.
connecting two people together.
it was the strangest i could
encounter.
YOU ARE READING
Bleeding Blue
Poetryi'm not your ordinary, i'm not your normal. but believe me when i say, if i could hold your hand - i'd keep you close forever. i'm not your ordinary, i'm not your normal. i see red, and i bleed blue.
strings
thin lines of red.
connecting two people together.
it was the strangest i could
encounter.
