Dec 2015
We were at the age where roses could walk,
And petals were silk,
They carried us to nirvana,
Struck with the fear of a child.
And petals were silk,
They carried us to nirvana,
Struck with the fear of a child.
Haven't wrote in a long time- I suppose that's a different kinda death for those people like us were writing and art are a part of us
