White, A Danger to My Heart

White, a danger to my heart

Should I engage or should I not?

This unorthodox relationship,

Shies away from the pulsing red.

White, a danger to my heart

Though we hold hands,

We are easily defiled to all ends,

Laying among the stars,

With pieces of our scars,

Scattered to the moon.

White, a danger to my heart

Our broken china seems subdued,

Greys like the moon.

 

Written by: Soshinie Singh

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