Jul 2017
You see me under daylight bright,
A little girl in nightgown white
With stains of red all down my spine
From poppy field naps in warm sunshine.
But, as the moon begins to rise,
The night shows who I am inside:
A bride who died in wedding bed
From stab that stained her white back red...
A little girl in nightgown white
With stains of red all down my spine
From poppy field naps in warm sunshine.
But, as the moon begins to rise,
The night shows who I am inside:
A bride who died in wedding bed
From stab that stained her white back red...
Just because someone looks like their life is perfect, doesn't mean they've never been hurt or gone through anything before.
