For the Pink haired beauty that haunts my dreams
My blood is singing your name when you cut my skin, the bruises on my legs feel like hickeys that you have left in the passion of loving me
I wish I was more brave to steal your kiss when we both still breathe instead of when we both drown in the black river
You burn my mind bright in pink and purple flames, crawling inside my mindscape, reaching out for me while I stand on the balcony, gazing down at your beauty that might burn me alive if I jump down into your embrace
I wonder if you'd ever love me back or you're just burning yourself into my mindscape without knowing









