It isn't a bad thing,
to love someone else entirely,
and to get drunk with the idea of love,
so you let yourself get wasted.
I wasn't sad nor naive,
but the roses you held before bled,
with a shade of dried maroon red,
I mixed my blood in the palette and painted.
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A/N: @WaveBit Thank you for your kind words and support <3 ALSO to everyone who has been voting!! (AND ALSO for the silent readers! <3 Thank you!! ;D) I couldn't be more thankful to know that my words have brought comfort and memories to the people who have read this book... Thank you very much for your support and I will keep on posting! <3 Love lots xoxoLae <3
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Lost between the Lines
Poetry"Between thinking, typing and erasing- an untold story ended." [A COLLECTION OF POEMS,PROSE,INSIGHTS] The thoughts going in my head. (#1 on prose on March 3, 2019)
