5-7-12
Everything bloomed crimson, budded with
Boutiful spring like Van Gogh's rose period,
Suffused my confusion with a myriad
Of irrefutable doubt that I had found a home
And it's my blue period when I'm not with you.
Everything is tinged with murky gray solution.
The sky tinny by Wolverine's blades, shredding
Light and happiness, replaced by cotton polution.
Baby, I'm here for you, need you not worry of
Some imminent departure because my
Flight is booked. Read me into elliptical
Caress, mingled warmth and breath, I'm hooked.
We both have chipped teeth and scars on
Our upper arm. Your wounds may
Be deeper but together we can double
Recede team and diffuse future harm.
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