Pink
i'm adorned in pink
embroidered by crimson threads as the needle pierce my skin
i'm merely a doll for soaking darkness
a little polka-dotted bow rests on my head
my heart maroon and bleeding but at peace as yours are as well
now we fly down the cotton-candy abyss
the sun screams in bliss, consumed by the hot-pink sky
the people screech and bellow 'lovely' as their eyes perish in the heaven's light
let's enjoy our pink-ish moment as the world a chaotic cacophony, set aflame by cheers and laughter
you: my chrysanthemum of death, of poise
your bony cheeks as pale peach-blossom-pink as your dry lips
your body is the most pleasuring pink in constrast to the gloom clouding it
your beating heart is my bleeding heart
lie down with me on this watery lotus grave
let the saahelis whisk us off to the wonderland of hell
our minds drifting off akin to this gondola, falling off a waterfall of love into jagging rocks: certain doom, of soul and of mind
we're somewhere far yet so near our pink fantasies
wake up from this whimsical and zany dream dear,
life awaits with blooming carnations and dying water jasmines
i'll be here, waiting, dressed in pink
embroidered by crimson threads as the needle pierce my skin
i'm merely a doll for soaking darkness
a little polka-dotted bow rests on my head
my heart maroon and bleeding but at peace as yours are as well
now we fly down the cotton-candy abyss
the sun screams in bliss, consumed by the hot-pink sky
the people screech and bellow 'lovely' as their eyes perish in the heaven's light
let's enjoy our pink-ish moment as the world a chaotic cacophony, set aflame by cheers and laughter
you: my chrysanthemum of death, of poise
your bony cheeks as pale peach-blossom-pink as your dry lips
your body is the most pleasuring pink in constrast to the gloom clouding it
your beating heart is my bleeding heart
lie down with me on this watery lotus grave
let the saahelis whisk us off to the wonderland of hell
our minds drifting off akin to this gondola, falling off a waterfall of love into jagging rocks: certain doom, of soul and of mind
we're somewhere far yet so near our pink fantasies
wake up from this whimsical and zany dream dear,
life awaits with blooming carnations and dying water jasmines
i'll be here, waiting, dressed in pink
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