You know the delicacy
that falls between scars
making it’s way to repair
what will never quite repair;
How it blushes at glance
tinted in hues of what was given,
a word
a promise
a ring?
It’s meanings lost beyond the eye
squinting screams of glee
upon honeymoons and flowers
trickling the essence of old games
about how he loves me,
and he loves me not.
But now in misconception you can conceive
nothing,
to save the daylight with kisses
while you trample life
that rejuvenated the world.
I’ve wished over the moon
while twilight called upon love,
lover it is you I love
and if not I have cast my tongue
on crimson’s despair.
Bleed dry this pounding heart
that occupied every wish within your name
you spoke to Gods that were in truth,
men
as I bowed to the greater good of gullible.
Looking forward to foreshadowed forecasts
I’ve grasped comprehension past petals
growing from the stem
that carried the thorn;
I gripped the flourishing green
through grim reapers whispers,
and added scarlet drops
that would sooner turn black.
We don’t bleed oblivion
but with hairdryers and arid weather
we cultivate annihilation.
You sent me a dozen
so many reasons to consider
and believe you meant,
But I accepted the invitation of us;
singing I do's
while pulling out the weeded rose.
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I need to get writing for this contest. Maybe I shouldn't bother because you've already entered the gold winner here. 
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