As if it blossoms in the moonlight, white flower tainted red. Poisoned by the lies you told, wishing it where dead.
Beautiful flower it once was, so delicate to touch. Who could ever fathom, that a lie could destroy so much.
I watch it wilt, and fade away under the burning sun. The truth is barried within itself, in this battle no one has won.
It struggles to keep strong, but it only controls so much. It wilts at the very thought, that another could have your touch.
Its petals fall without your care, you left it here to die. This flower once full of beauty, was destroyed with a single lie.
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 6:33 PM UTC
As if it blossoms in the moonlight, white flower tainted red. Poisoned by the lies you told, wishing it where dead.
Beautiful flower it once was, so delicate to touch. Who could ever fathom, that a lie could destroy so much.
I watch it wilt, and fade away under the burning sun. The truth is barried within itself, in this battle no one has won.
It struggles to keep strong, but it only controls so much. It wilts at the very thought, that another could have your touch.
Its petals fall without your care, you left it here to die. This flower once full of beauty, was destroyed with a single lie.
