It's her soul
That's broken
We mist it.
Failing to save her.
He fell frustrated,
Trying to strangle callouses
On his hands.
Until moonflowers shone
The brightest black.
Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 1:14 AM UTC
It's her soul
That's broken
We mist it.
Failing to save her.
He fell frustrated,
Trying to strangle callouses
On his hands.
Until moonflowers shone
The brightest black.
