Red roses unfurled bright fires by the footsteps of the dead, embers bleed in candlelight orange as it fades into the night.
Her giggles and her scent are still in his memories, but is he the only one who can't forget?
My fingers wrapped around her thorns, I bleed, but she is dying in my grasp.
Have you ever been into a new relationship but haven't moved on with the previous one?
Charcoal forts of tall clouds on the horizon, a star awaits the day.
The night ended and days passed by, and the star called upon me with its fires burning bright.
Bereaving of the death of love, embraced by the cold winters of the absence, to beg and to have failed.
