[ WARNING: Implications of suicide. If you are uncomfortable, please do not read it. ]
The helpless girl looked at her reflection.
Her eyes were gray, and her lips turned soft blue.
Red interested her; it's endless fun.
She started painting, and the colors flew.
Red doused the waiting canvas messily.
She let her worries finally wither.
At this moment, she felt nothing but glee.
Everything around was turning bleaker.
Her sanity deteriorated -
The last remnants of warmth were spilling.
With each fleeting second, death gently called.
The girl took one last glance at her painting.
With no regrets, turning paler in bed,
She painted her only escape in red.
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Poetrythe moon exhaustingly chases the sun asking for her love only for the cycle to continue and his heart to be torn in shreds. this is the fate of estranged lovers.
