The girls pants were the colour of lava,
The girl loved sweet doom and drama.
The stars in the sky were acid green,
The boy she loved became very mean.
The cacti had peach flowers,
The clouds would endlessly weep for hours.
She lies quietly on her bed,
The weak flower was her dread.
She closes her eyes and dreams of a new place,
Never wanting nothing more to head out into the dark space...
Jul 7, 2019
Jul 7, 2019 at 7:18 AM UTC
The girls pants were the colour of lava,
The girl loved sweet doom and drama.
The stars in the sky were acid green,
The boy she loved became very mean.
The cacti had peach flowers,
The clouds would endlessly weep for hours.
She lies quietly on her bed,
The weak flower was her dread.
She closes her eyes and dreams of a new place,
Never wanting nothing more to head out into the dark space...
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