She once sat on her mother's lap
Teething white lilies
I stayed far away
Years past and she crushed pills on teeth
Mouth bleeding from thorns of white roses
I waited at her door
She sat on lust tainted sheets
Cutting the white rose from its stem
I sat on her shoulder
She hung from the ceiling
The thorns 'round her neck
I was enclosed in her mouth
She lays now in cedar wood
White lilies rooting in her brain and
blossoming through her spirit
I could not get to her through the dirt
May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 2:39 AM UTC
She once sat on her mother's lap
Teething white lilies
I stayed far away
Years past and she crushed pills on teeth
Mouth bleeding from thorns of white roses
I waited at her door
She sat on lust tainted sheets
Cutting the white rose from its stem
I sat on her shoulder
She hung from the ceiling
The thorns 'round her neck
I was enclosed in her mouth
She lays now in cedar wood
White lilies rooting in her brain and
blossoming through her spirit
I could not get to her through the dirt
