i'd change myself for you
if your favourite colour was red
i'd paint my hair red
and paint my lips red
i'd spend all of my money on red clothing
and red cars
but even if i did
you'd get sick of the colour red
you'd get sick
of me
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cigarettes and sunsets
Poetrya collection of poems filled with love, heartbreak and tragedy. the world has a bad habit of keeping serious things locked away in order to maintain happiness, I desire to search for these hidden things and let them be found. illustrations by Robyn...
