tears sweap away my nectar
turn it becomes salty
it's the taste of tasteless heart
blood bleeds on my scar
turn it into blood red
it's the taste of bleeding heart
sweet doesn't sweet
what sweet really is?
it's the taste of broken dreams.
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Blue Light
Poetrydear moon, have you ever felt blue? *** Blue Light is a collection of poetries that I've written. Most of the poetries are about sadness, sorrows and fears. Even if I can't paint the sadness, sorrows and fears with my brush but I turn them into wor...
