how you give your heart out to help,
how you give your mind out to solve.
but how sad, selfish to yourself you are.
that crimson red loveseat i once sat on,
the one with the velvet and warm tuberose fragrant,
now it's looking dusty, with lipstick scribblings, and rusty metals.
this time, it's my own.
it's my own.
all we see is grayscale.
even if it desires, these eyes fail to draw a line between black and white.
black? or white?
so someone, pinch me.
dwhqcghgebwjdhbehbiquhebdkdwqiuwejninoiwqhdo!
so are you listening?!