Rawruru

red, like blood. such a hue shines passion masked with danger -- a tender kiss, whilst teeth gush crimson from my lips. a colour that burns with no ignition; it radiates warmth if you're careful. a cold fire, like the strands of your hair. only the icy tint has melted, (matching your compassion) to remnants of purity like the blonde beneath. mystery in your roots. the shadows of your appearance reminds me of anonymity, reminds me of the sides i've yet to see, reminds me of the stakes that love offers.

when words pierce like poisoned needles; penetrating my chidden heart. roaming your threshold, however if you were to ever cut a thread, i'll turn the bobbin than cease to sew. the thin strand, perhaps has blackened and weakened, thus i'll double my stitches. and then with the great shears and lethal edges; in the pinnacle of my doubt, you slash the remainder. here comes the needles. i hate love you too.

I've fed you with vacant words Albeit to suit not my desires-- When a mentality grows ravenous, You gratify. You look upon me with pity; I'm a former warrior who's decease Was called upon her own strike. Swathed in her bed of blades. I'm the wounds and scars That stain my pelt-- Bleeding on her canvas of what you swallow. Forgive me. I'll not spare my days for a moment; I'll cherish my liberty And with the ink that I bled, I'll paint something beautiful. Forgive me. I'll love with my mind And not with my heart And not with my hunger And not with my hate. Forgive me. If you will, Let me show you My newest masterpiece.

Is not nostalgia bitter-sweet; sentimental like my quivering beam? When your spheres filter the creases and cracks to find a perfectly untainted picture crafted by endearment's ink only to be diluted by tears and dirtied by crimson prints and drowned in bleach. Can we varnish the craters of our love and build a palace from sand? Will you forgive me for my merciless flaws and excuse a slip every once in a while or every moment in a minute for my compassion, I promise, will forever outweigh the drag of my doubts. Or is it about time that I discard my illusion on paper?

Yearning for unity Yet I'm solitary And you tell me I'm the nurture of isolation          So I tell myself          I'm the enemy of I          Loathing is omnipresent          For the villain within And you tell me My eyes seek opening For the wound only bleeds The blood of the inflicter         So I tell myself         I'm an incompetence         Punishment is vital         For the criminal within So you tell me Pity is no cure         So I cease to tell        

Blossoms flutter For a season beyond the pallid gale. Come breathe with me; May our senses dance, 'til our hearts turn pale. There'll be passion In the sun's kiss before it bids farewell I reminisce Over its sweet warmth, when the auburn fell. Reassure me; Despite the seasons, the moon will glow: A reminder In the darkness and doubt, there'll shine my beau. Winter arrives; The bloom I once cherished have now grown cold. I am broken. Deforest my love; it fates to be old. Yet I'll wait for the seasons to welcome again. Forgive me, for the petals cleanse my own disdain.