With teer soaked pillow cases
And broken glass painting the room
Washed clean with liqour
And covered over with ash
A beautiful sadness now speckled our minds,
When petals fall and flowers die
Rivers still run and the sun still sets,
But the stars look down and with sadness In their eyes,
For the sunset will never be the same, without the moon by their side
Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 4:31 PM UTC
With teer soaked pillow cases
And broken glass painting the room
Washed clean with liqour
And covered over with ash
A beautiful sadness now speckled our minds,
When petals fall and flowers die
Rivers still run and the sun still sets,
But the stars look down and with sadness In their eyes,
For the sunset will never be the same, without the moon by their side
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