liquid sunsets
running in my veins
a girl only living
through the words she writes
and paint on her hands and paper
liquid sunsets running in my veins
burning me
that's why I write and draw
to let out the heat and colors
through my words
through my paintings
liquid sunsets
running in my veins
running
until they burn me
and the only thing left is smoke
flying towards the sky
and my words and paintings.