I'm swinging on my red dress,
Hoping my baby to see it,
Cause you made me wanting it like no one's ever did,
You hold the flame like nobody ever did,
You got me feeling like I want it all,
The all of you and all of me,
I put my red lipstick on,
Hoping you'd notice it,
You asked me who you want to kill,
I wish I'd have said you,
Though you told me you noticed,
You entered the red line,
And I wanted to cross it but I was afraid I'd regret it,
Though I'd take all my regrets to my graveyard,
Hence I wanted to make one more regret,
But I'm afraid I'd be the unholy sin you'd commit,
And you'd be the holy sin I'd take inside me,
I know I'd take the lust for life making it love,
So I'm afraid I'd take it no further,
But I hope I'll meet the flame of you when I feel betrayed,
And I see red around me cause I'm afraid I'll take lust as love,
The ending will be red as for me it'd be beautifies tragedy and for you it'd tragefied beauty.
I'm swinging on my red dress looking all of me,
Looking at the flowers you wanted,
Looking at the red scars you and the blues you drew around it,
Looking at the white phases of it which you wanted to turn red.
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Whisper Of A Silent Heart: Loving And Romanticising
Poetry"My love was as cruel as my nightmares, and it was as beautiful as my daydream, which never dare to turn itself into reality, neither did it ever ended like a daydream, the agony kept hanging me like that of half hope, the hope kept hanging me like...
