Ribs were created to protect our hearts from poisonous love.
lungs inhale flowers and exhale poetry as our lips create the most symbolic yet destructive storms.
Narcissistic boys paint self portraits while the insecure girls shatter mirrors.
We bleed roses drowned in cherry red wine.
Clouds cry and the wind screams at your presence.
The moon made perfect company to those captivated by the shadows.
We pour sunshine in to our teacups just for them to be wasted.
Our lives are deserts under the yellow fire, in order to survive we must find an oasis.
Sunken eyes, hopeless frowns and a heart full of hope.
Glowing eyes, beaming smiles and an empty heart.
