words that flew out of your mouth
flew around us
like butterflies that was meant to fly
but was trapped
by those
that cared less
for
those words
now
turned into
silent screams
of
you,
your beautiful self
that is now
covered by
countless scars,
screaming for help
was all you can do
but was covered
by
make up.
Sep 22, 2013
Sep 22, 2013 at 4:39 AM UTC
words that flew out of your mouth
flew around us
like butterflies that was meant to fly
but was trapped
by those
that cared less
for
those words
now
turned into
silent screams
of
you,
your beautiful self
that is now
covered by
countless scars,
screaming for help
was all you can do
but was covered
by
make up.
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