Blood red rose petals
fell onto my bed
as the early morning sun's
orange rays
crept in the wondow.
You scribbled me a note
on a yellow piece of paper
in a faded green ink
I've come to know as yours.
I hugged my knees
to my chest
and my bittersweet blue
washed over me.
When the indigo night sky
turns to violet,
I shall repose,
naked and alone.

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