There was once a girl
With a sister so bright
She dulled in comparsion
And that sister
one day, died in a fire, a fire so great that it could **** even her
from that day on, the girl inked herself with sorrow
And then she met a boy, Diamond,
with half a face like his name,
and the other, scars of the fire
They bonded, although he wouldn't speak
she knew he was searching for his family too
So the time came when he had to leave and leave he did
but he had renewed her hope
that she could be something better
and the tattoos on her arms began to turn
green
as life was before
and she opened a book filled with blank pages,
And she simply wrote
a poem
Jan 18, 2017
Jan 18, 2017 at 9:36 PM UTC
There was once a girl
With a sister so bright
She dulled in comparsion
And that sister
one day, died in a fire, a fire so great that it could **** even her
from that day on, the girl inked herself with sorrow
And then she met a boy, Diamond,
with half a face like his name,
and the other, scars of the fire
They bonded, although he wouldn't speak
she knew he was searching for his family too
So the time came when he had to leave and leave he did
but he had renewed her hope
that she could be something better
and the tattoos on her arms began to turn
green
as life was before
and she opened a book filled with blank pages,
And she simply wrote
a poem
