He was the first boy who gave me roses,
The one who painted my grey skies with
tints of different colours ,just more pinkish
The one who gave me a hand to hold and promised me forever.
He was also the one who gave scars and forgot about it's weight ,
The roses covered me in throns
and his lies always picked me in awe
making the petals bled in the darkest shade of red.
whenever someone new tries to melt these scars, they carry a image of your soul.
The tint of pink grows more bright
when I see you holding her hand in the night
It seems like your colours will never fade
So are these scars hard to forget.
~this phase of after you is lonely but these lines are worth more♡
