Bloody Roses
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- Parts 2
MatureOngoing10m
Last published Mon, Feb 11, 2019
" Stitch,sew,cut and pull
Stitch,rip,seams undone
Stitch,mark,you're alive!
Hah hah...Hah hah...
Fading colors hemmed by gravity
Iron out imperfections
And colors unfold
Hand write everything,with kind intention
Liquid ink drops fall from my eyes
My heart yearns out to you,in pained panic
7AM is when the letters deliver
Listening to the radio
As the words pin into place
Indentions separate the
Sentences
Dear my love...!
Lead dust coats my fingers
Inspiration's jamming up
The thread comes in loops I'm...
I see such morbid things
PM comes in different scenes I believe
In the typewriter I lost myself
Memories inside my heart are there to see
Filed incorrectly by the misery they gave to me!
Ah,your voice it speaks to me through these words
Losing sanity through the sewing machine
Dropping erasers under desks is it so?
Everyday it feels like the paper's more than ripped
Stitch,sew,cut and pull
Stitch,rip,seams undone
Stitch,mark,you're alive!
Hah hah...Hah hah...
AM COMES IN DIFFERENT COLORS I BELIEVE
IN THE CARDS OF LOVE I LOST MYSELF
MEMORIES INSIDE MY FABRIC HEART ARE HERE TO STAY
COLOR CODED BY YOUR MISERY
Ah the past it haunts me
Daunting threats as the thread comes in knots
Ah your voice it speaks to me through the words
Losing myself in the typewriter
Windows are better left wide open right?
Yearning out for the love with pained desperation"
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"𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙪𝙥 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙, 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠" He saw her one day helping out an old woman, he thought nothing of it. He saw her again giving food to the helpless and the needy person on the street that everyone ignored, something inside him moved, he could hear the ice surrounding his cold heart crack. He kept seeing her and each and every time she was either helping someone out or laughing her innocent laugh and the ice surrounding his cold heart finally shattered. He could hear his heart beating now and also he could feel it. The Devil fell in love with a beauty because of her simple acts of kindness. He knew he needed her, he knew he wanted her and he knew that he would get her no matter what, even if it meant taking her away from her happy and a life full of light to his darkness. But what if she didn't want him? What if she refused the crown that he was forcing her to wear? What if it was just an Unwanted Crown to her? ____________________________________ This Dark Romance! Readers' discretion is required!
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