I can’t seem to relieve the blues
So stuck upon the edges of my eyes;
Perfume flowers is all you left on my hand,
Their fragrance of Innocence
Is fainter and fainter,
Yet the skies can’t even seem
To bacon back these blues of mine,
It’s a sadness who chooses
To have it’s riverbank
Upon my eyes.
Jun 3, 2019
Jun 3, 2019 at 12:32 AM UTC
I can’t seem to relieve the blues
So stuck upon the edges of my eyes;
Perfume flowers is all you left on my hand,
Their fragrance of Innocence
Is fainter and fainter,
Yet the skies can’t even seem
To bacon back these blues of mine,
It’s a sadness who chooses
To have it’s riverbank
Upon my eyes.
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