Red coming out of her arms,
Galaxy she saw in front of her,
Curved lips of satisfaction,
That is her getaway.
Pieces of her heart shattered on the floor,
Nobody wishes to pick them up,
For they think it is all for show.
Love,
The word that made her insane,
The word that made arts on her arm,
The word that she loath.
She ends her day with red on her arm,
She smiles and wait for the daylight,
Foolish of her to believe that,
She took a weapon and sleep by it.
