Blame got his hands *****
...yet still clung to the flower
The single flower gave him hope and light
...she loved the smell of the earth
Forgetting all that transpired
...Blame crushed the flower in his hand
Blame was washed clean
...yet his hands are still imprinted with shadows of
The flower was crushed
...in decay she still loves him
He never once crushed her soul~
Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 7:41 PM UTC
Blame got his hands *****
...yet still clung to the flower
The single flower gave him hope and light
...she loved the smell of the earth
Forgetting all that transpired
...Blame crushed the flower in his hand
Blame was washed clean
...yet his hands are still imprinted with shadows of
The flower was crushed
...in decay she still loves him
He never once crushed her soul~
