Grapes grown on a crooked line
Make amongst, the most sour wine
Flowers of the dying kind
spoil and rot the bright sunshine
Butterflies in the pouring rain
Fall and die in roaring pain
Views change across eyes
Sorrow keeps the oil lit
Silent sounds are comfort
in the solitude of nighttime
Jan 24, 2014
Jan 24, 2014 at 6:01 PM UTC
Grapes grown on a crooked line
Make amongst, the most sour wine
Flowers of the dying kind
spoil and rot the bright sunshine
Butterflies in the pouring rain
Fall and die in roaring pain
Views change across eyes
Sorrow keeps the oil lit
Silent sounds are comfort
in the solitude of nighttime