LIttle Girl,
You’ll have to learn to cry on your own.
woman
Overlove
What good it was
to give so much
for little?
Why did I have to come this far?
Foolish, oh so very foolish of me.
I threw myself into the grave,
headfirst, willingly.
Red is my Colour
It has always been.
Reflects the blood under my skin.
Enhances my fire,
or at least the blaze of its now dull desire.
It drives my swaying hips,
projects flares,
does magic tricks.
It justifies a sultry lingering air.
GraciFit 