Your Bleeding

I hope to see you written with bold maneuvers,

i carry you to believe, im your only bleeding solution.

Make me see your sight. We treat our night like its unsolved.

The only present is presented with a check mark. Believe me!

Your make is not the seat to my bad behavior, yet, ill let you

down while you make me spill. Im only a drought in a trench,

and yet she wasn't the answer. She colored the angst with a clear blue stencil,

yet dreamt of a man in a deep still mental.

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