Nov 2018
I knew a girl that bled bouquets,
her tears perfumated with the sweet scent of sorrow,
and I fell in love with the way she wore her pain.
her tears perfumated with the sweet scent of sorrow,
and I fell in love with the way she wore her pain.
"bled bouquets" are words I got from a spoken word poem named smile.
(21/Alive)
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