A lily grows
Where dead lay cold
In flowers gold
And decompose.
Young hearts are weak
And never sleep
But always keep
Thoughts they don't speak.
May I get lost
In sparkling eyes;
Another lie,
A precious cost.
The butterflies
Inside of me
Will try to see
The distant sky.
Mar 4, 2011
Mar 4, 2011 at 3:00 PM UTC
A lily grows
Where dead lay cold
In flowers gold
And decompose.
Young hearts are weak
And never sleep
But always keep
Thoughts they don't speak.
May I get lost
In sparkling eyes;
Another lie,
A precious cost.
The butterflies
Inside of me
Will try to see
The distant sky.
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