What’s the word?
The sky’s like spilt blood of cherries
Crows cut the image, then a third.
It’s absurd to color clouds with berries.
Azure tinted clouds never vary,
Make the world seem cheery.
Scarlet- that’s the word.
What’s the word?
The sky’s like spilt blood of cherries
Crows cut the image, then a third.
It’s absurd to color clouds with berries.
Azure tinted clouds never vary,
Make the world seem cheery.
Scarlet- that’s the word.
The past’s a broken mirror
Cut yourself while you put together
an image now clearer.
I saw my memory that doesn’t die
You’re someone I used to know
Things go awry
When your near, memories flow
Why do you have to be someone I used to know?