Apr 2010
little blackblue
little blackblue
so nicely
so sweetly
(beneath our surfaces)
bloom
like a rose
paint us
with
our hurts
(so others may see them)
we
wear our pain
on
our skin
little blackblue
so nicely
so sweetly
(beneath our surfaces)
bloom
like a rose
paint us
with
our hurts
(so others may see them)
we
wear our pain
on
our skin
