It is for her birthday
Drawing eyeliner
Like she is painting her most beautiful dreams
Ruby red on her lips
Vivid as blood that flow trough her veins
Rich as roses
Bold, brave and blooming
Black lace dress on her skin
Her heart is purest pearl
The everlasting jewelry
Deep as ocean that only few could perceive
But today she is clueless
Blowing candles
Counting numbers
Making wishes
Might the burdens be washed away
For the next years to come
She would really dress up and celebrate her self aging
Youthfully, happily, gracefully
Sharing her birthday cake with real laughter on June 6
Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 2:59 PM UTC
It is for her birthday
Drawing eyeliner
Like she is painting her most beautiful dreams
Ruby red on her lips
Vivid as blood that flow trough her veins
Rich as roses
Bold, brave and blooming
Black lace dress on her skin
Her heart is purest pearl
The everlasting jewelry
Deep as ocean that only few could perceive
But today she is clueless
Blowing candles
Counting numbers
Making wishes
Might the burdens be washed away
For the next years to come
She would really dress up and celebrate her self aging
Youthfully, happily, gracefully
Sharing her birthday cake with real laughter on June 6
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