Do you see me as a flower?
Beautiful, yet without any power
Tears of pollen escaped my quivering face
It was there that I died, picked off the ground
But my tears gave rise to a bright kingdom in a garden of transgressions
Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 11:07 AM UTC
Do you see me as a flower?
Beautiful, yet without any power
Tears of pollen escaped my quivering face
It was there that I died, picked off the ground
But my tears gave rise to a bright kingdom in a garden of transgressions
