Intangerines
INTANGerines
The colors of the violet
Are as deep in hue
As the love and forgiveness
That I’m offering you
The thorns of the rose
As sharp as my tongue
The blood from the wounds
Our bleeding hearts wrung
(and all of it was wrong)
The scent of euphoria
Like water in hell
I am here, on fire
Can’t you tell?
All the softest petals
Stem from the strongest roots
Make sure to prune the waste out
Or the tree of intangerines
Bears the bitterest of fruit
What would you plant
In soil rich as this
Would It die with a goodbye
Or blossom with a kiss?
By graces of the brightest star
Or seas infinite and black
Stay with me, here and now
Or run, and never look back
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