A drop of blood paints the sun
A love so pure
A love full of lies
To each our eyes
Were blind
From afar
Under the sky
A northern star
I was yours
You were mine
A heart so fine
Bitter sweet
Citrus years
Summer rain
Nothing in vain
Withering tulips
In your heart was I
In your hand an apple
To each our eyes
Were blind
Emerald tears
Shattered heart
To all my fears
Your heart was no longer mine
Copper ocean
Ripping currents Take me in
To all my fears
My heart was no longer yours
Hanging wisteria
A love no longer
A fragile petal
Your reflection was black
My reflection was white
A mixture of balance
To each our eyes
Were blind
Happiness we chase
Each we are
Pain is beauty
Beauty is pain
In my heart your colors remain
The ever changing prism heart
To each our eyes
Were blind
Together but apart
With your fragment in my heart
Happiness we chase
Happiness we find
About the Creator
♥️♣️ぴ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡♠️♥️
I am inspired by freestyle Japanese poetry.
From a clear meaning to a beautiful resonance.
However; the person who inspired me is now on another path of life.
But, I will continue to practice.
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