I used to think sadness was love That needing someone was the same as longing for their touch I used to think I would never be good enough For anyone because no one could make the sacrifices I was Stuck outside, ready to rust away When you came by, sheltered me from the rain You … Continue reading Rust Away
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Bleeding Forest
In the forest of scarlet I was lost Trailing next to a trickling stream Of blood. Light sprinkled in through the Berry leaves I trudged through the thistle that reached My knees. The sun began to set, the path Out stretched. The smell of copper and metal greeted my senses and landed On my tongue. … Continue reading Bleeding Forest