A smile
tugging at the corners of my rosy lips.
A thumb
sliding across the tear trailing down my pinkened cheek
Soft lips that burn off the old love
and give life to a feeling more pure.
Take example
from the pheonix.
Warmth
from the cold
Hope from despair
Such love sprung
from such strong friendship
Sep 14, 2012
Sep 14, 2012 at 11:13 PM UTC
A smile
tugging at the corners of my rosy lips.
A thumb
sliding across the tear trailing down my pinkened cheek
Soft lips that burn off the old love
and give life to a feeling more pure.
Take example
from the pheonix.
Warmth
from the cold
Hope from despair
Such love sprung
from such strong friendship
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