If you were here
We would dance,
Laugh, and kiss
As we always did.
Blood-stained lips
Screaming of Red Cat euphoria.
If I could see (again)
The collision of Our two stars
In your eyes,
Patience would etherize me.
If you would
Transform my dreams
Into roses that cease to wilt,
I would abandon them all
Happily dreaming yours
In place of my own.
If you could show me-
If you wanted to show me-
If I wouldn't prefer
To drink a bottle of ketchup.
1 comment:
you changed this one... its not how it used to be.
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