Tinge of blood
You give me a rose: Not red but a yellow one. You give a morning Not shinning bright but can be cloudy. You give a dream Not misleading but can…
You Create, We Nurture
You give me a rose: Not red but a yellow one. You give a morning Not shinning bright but can be cloudy. You give a dream Not misleading but can…
I don’t always write about her, but when I do— half of me wishes she’s reading. The other half hopes she doesn’t know I scratch words into notebook margins and…