Monday

which witch

cover your eyes from my scars
 for your soul can't
            handle the truth
rob me from my
           old miseries
but this old heart can still love

emerald blood, but still empty
    obviously colorblind but
can still feel the thorns

                      of this black rose
    i should've known when the rain didn't
touch your skin,

   ....when the spring brought snow

i should've realized you weren't him

  when the sun didn't set and the moon
couldn't rise,

 i shouldn't known

the pain
my heart was feeling

was real

   

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