Philosophy

Red Lips

The color is red, No, not this red, A shade darker Not a russian red though, I wanted a mauve, But I tried a wine shade, followed by rust coral, Oh the heart pondered And mingled from color to color, One To another and yet another, But finally it rested on sensational red. But no… Continue reading Red Lips

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Love Me.

Love me but never hold my hand, that's all I ask of men who ought to fall in love Donot laugh or cry around, don't you ever dare to care. That's the most I hate of people who tend to fall in love. Count on me, For you might need any help But never beseech… Continue reading Love Me.