May 2014
Lace me a crown of dead flowers,
white petals tainted.
Cut me with thorns of new life,
dance to death in circles
Through the honeysuckles.
For you my loves
For you
may queen
For you
white petals tainted.
Cut me with thorns of new life,
dance to death in circles
Through the honeysuckles.
For you my loves
For you
may queen
For you
What's the birth of new beginnings when you've just found your end.
Kind of ironic.
Kind of ironic.
