Aug 2013
A tulip is just a tulip
in her palm or mine.
It didn't make sense to a sky
that only cried in April.
Same moon,
different set if eyes.
Just promise me,
you're one of us.
in her palm or mine.
It didn't make sense to a sky
that only cried in April.
Same moon,
different set if eyes.
Just promise me,
you're one of us.
Written by
Lily Gabrielle
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