Serene
Looking at you takes me back
To that paradisal garden
Where we used to pick roses
Roses are the colour of blood.
Petal by petal, life fell apart
Until there was nothing
But a thorny stem
No one wants to help you
When you are the cause of scars
So you pretend
Pretend like nothing happened
Pretend that you have no negative emotions
Pretend that Eden hasn't turned to Hell...
Until the only evidence of your soul
Lies in your eyes behind each iris
Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 6:20 PM UTC
Serene
Looking at you takes me back
To that paradisal garden
Where we used to pick roses
Roses are the colour of blood.
Petal by petal, life fell apart
Until there was nothing
But a thorny stem
No one wants to help you
When you are the cause of scars
So you pretend
Pretend like nothing happened
Pretend that you have no negative emotions
Pretend that Eden hasn't turned to Hell...
Until the only evidence of your soul
Lies in your eyes behind each iris
