Blood

Wed, 10/18/2017 - 15:36 -- raev

Broken heart, broken lies, suicide

Beautiful butterflies with wings torn by silver thorns

The white rose turns red by the color of her blood

The stars fall with her tears

As the sky fills with her worst fears

 

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