sour,
the sight of your cries,
heart wrenching
but my sweet words to coux you
ain’t enough,
your doe-like eyes
tear up my heart,
like fine tea reaping in the vines,
your beauty catches every eye,
your lies are like a tickle on my heart,
as your sweet lips part
memories of the scars you left
and the cuts you caused on my mind swing by
but are wiped away
by the sound of your whispers
as you turn blue into red,
yellow is the color I long for
before bed
but pale is the whisper
that keeps my mind intact, your
bittersweet beauty is all I ask.
Keep me occupied
and fill my lungs with your lies,
let me choke up blood
and keep me floating
so that those around will think my mind is faulty.
This was written by our contributing writer, Luna Martha.
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