You are the rose with fake petals
You are the diamonds worth less than lipsticks
You are the Converse with untied laces
You are the Svedka mixed with tears
You are the jacket that was thrifted,
You are the star with a light switch
You are the angel with foam wings,
You are the unseen thorn in the garden
You are the cigarette smoke that drifts
You are the needles in the dear sewing kit
You are the duchess of comfortable silence
You are the countess of disclusion
You are the sweetest pill in the box,
but the most bitter drink in the afternoon
Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 10:24 PM UTC
You are the rose with fake petals
You are the diamonds worth less than lipsticks
You are the Converse with untied laces
You are the Svedka mixed with tears
You are the jacket that was thrifted,
You are the star with a light switch
You are the angel with foam wings,
You are the unseen thorn in the garden
You are the cigarette smoke that drifts
You are the needles in the dear sewing kit
You are the duchess of comfortable silence
You are the countess of disclusion
You are the sweetest pill in the box,
but the most bitter drink in the afternoon
