Ruby
Jannabi - A thought on an autumn night Ruby, she smells like honeysuckle But when she feels like herself, she's made of lilies. The vines of love tug at her heart; thorns scarring her lungs softly. There's another drip of blood. Ruby. Blood. But Ruby, She cradles it and rubs it on her lips Then she speaks the kind of love only she knows - I love you but I abhor you in some ways You may love me different But I love you and I have loved you How can I leave when I have chosen to love you all these days. There's another cut. Cuts. Blood. Ruby. Cuts with dried blood Oh but Ruby, She treads on that lonely walk of life like she might find something at the end. Her lover does that kind of loving that leaves her bitter and bare - The kind of bitterness that leaves her mouth dry Like when she'd eat a spoonful of coffee to keep herself alive. I ache for you and I come to you But you make me ache another kind of ache How do I figure out this ache while having to love you sti...