maroon

Here we go again Writing with another pen Trying to seek comfort From your standards I can't afford Another broken glass, Another round of cutting grass, Another malfunctioning bass, And another love that won't last My land is growing sprouts First, I must find their roots But I always knew the cause It's because the heart is always pause Look at my blood Isn't it sad? Always writing arts With this paused heart But if you can see my blood, Then, I am glad I'm not dangerous Neither gorgeous But I will be If you lied to me I will be there in full Moon In a place full of haze in maroon © Domar Esmabe