red. whatever you wore on your magnificent body, was coloured red. the gorgeous rose in your possession, was coloured red. whatever you spared a glance at with those alluring eyes of yours, was coloured red. i wanted to make you smile, so why is there a frown settled onto those beautiful lips of yours when you're laying in a pool of your own scarlet blood?
i thought you loved the colour red.
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conception.
Poetrywriting in different perspectives. this is no way intended to offend someone who goes through/went through situations mentioned in the writings. i have written each and every one of these by imagining myself in a certain situation/circumstance, or f...
