Being alone is the most scariest thing cause she is,
She's lost with her mind.
Her heart was a secret chamber in a church
and the walls were very high.
She painted her face in colours and learnt
that no matter how much she care,
some people just don't care back at all.
She acts like summer and walks like rain.
Her scars are stories, history written on the body
and her tears will drown her more than any water ever will.
What. A. Shame. None of you became
such fragile broken things.
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 4:42 PM UTC
Being alone is the most scariest thing cause she is,
She's lost with her mind.
Her heart was a secret chamber in a church
and the walls were very high.
She painted her face in colours and learnt
that no matter how much she care,
some people just don't care back at all.
She acts like summer and walks like rain.
Her scars are stories, history written on the body
and her tears will drown her more than any water ever will.
What. A. Shame. None of you became
such fragile broken things.
it's still a draft but i like the way it is at a MO
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