red
a heart is red.
yours is not.
someone as cold as you; does not deserve a warm blooded gem, with the abilities of a beating angel protecting them.
your heart is blue.
mine is not.
i soon learned my red heart is comforting and valued; with the abilities of protection and freedom.
your heart was never red.
enough has been said.
YOU ARE READING
I Don't Miss You: Volume One
Poetrya bunch of thoughts my heart has spilled for your eyes to read. *soon to be officially published*
