Fragile soul
Fragile
Soft crystal sobs
Soft crystal love
Pure romance
Soft sweet lips
Yet, the savior of the lips
Was bitter
She gave him roses
And as a return she got the thorns
She gave him meat and as a return she got the bones
Standing in a field cover up in white flowers
Gently holding the only red rose
What else can be red?
If she is surrounded by white roses
Looking at all the thorns
She holds them tight
Till the thorns cut her open
The blood is dripping
While she runs around the white field
Abd covers the white roses in red blood
Till she gets pale
For the last time she smiles
And whispers
"Finally the roses are red..."
Then collapses and for the last time she takes a look at the red rose that he gave her
Jul 29, 2016
Jul 29, 2016 at 7:17 PM UTC
Fragile soul
Fragile
Soft crystal sobs
Soft crystal love
Pure romance
Soft sweet lips
Yet, the savior of the lips
Was bitter
She gave him roses
And as a return she got the thorns
She gave him meat and as a return she got the bones
Standing in a field cover up in white flowers
Gently holding the only red rose
What else can be red?
If she is surrounded by white roses
Looking at all the thorns
She holds them tight
Till the thorns cut her open
The blood is dripping
While she runs around the white field
Abd covers the white roses in red blood
Till she gets pale
For the last time she smiles
And whispers
"Finally the roses are red..."
Then collapses and for the last time she takes a look at the red rose that he gave her
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