[ found on binder paper ]
I know you'll never like me, or even
look at me. After all, I'm just a shattered
girl with paint splattered across my heart
of red. But when I look at you, every single
thing that was once so blue becomes
a rosy red.
—Rose
YOU ARE READING
shades of red
Poetrywhen you have too many thorns, all you can do is paint them in red, because, maybe then, they will look like petals [sequel to shades of blue]