If our memories could bleed... what colour would your hands be....
Would they be yellow like the happiness you spread.....
Or would they be scarlet from all the dead....
Or would they be blue from all the given up dreams...
Or would they be black from all the blackstabbing....
Or would they be red from all the falling in love.....
If our memories could bleed... would we ever be enough.....
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If I Were A Book
PoetryA simple collection of poetry for the readers with souls made of stars.
