I've never seen something as red as this red was, little ruby drops falling from my heart into the darkness of the night. Something so red and beautiful, turning into a darker shade of pain while making flowers grow from the dry and broken stone of my enemy's heart.
As the ruby keeper is getting dryer under the sun rays of cruelty, the wind cradles you with the living song of love.
VOUS LISEZ
•My own wrecked mind•
Poesía~Des fois ça va, d'autres non.~ Pensées quotidiennes, remises en doute. Poèmes, textes. Ce qui dompte mes pensées sauvages, les retiens en cage. Peu importe la langue, anglais, français, misère, douleur, apaisement ou bonheur.
