Blood Blossoms and Dying Words
Crimson-colored flowers bloom not from veins but from the heart,
The scarlet (liquid) trickles down your throat from your mind's thoughts.
His words, her words, they configure together to make sentences that people would say were impossible.
She fears what’s to come yet is tempted to go on, he’s losing his mind, and his heart has already been broken.
She says for now, he says he’ll wait, she replied with forever, he responded with okay.
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