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.