Somewhere between hickeys and scars, You wandered off And I let you go.

Red were the feelings

Long were the vines that wrapped her Invisible to naked eye Thorns pierced through her skin She bled, she didn't care For, the blood hid her scars Ah! That flamboyant stare! The crimson stain is what she wore Her love, adorned with gore There goes the red lady, Heart and soul impure, Swift as the…