I love stories
like My love stories
an unleashed hurricane of worries.
Deeper pitch and farthest twitch,
The verdict here from long out juries.
Rose colored,
nose covered
winter silhouettes discovered.
Cold inside, she\'ll abide
It\'s not from chills that she had shuddered.
Her darkest blue
Your heartless-you,
a world she must create anew.
Drowning red upon the bed,
all for a careless colored hue.