God, look at you
Veins bluer than blue
With a surface more delicate than I ever knew
Straight from the stem your lovely buds grew
How could this world hold a beauty so true?
Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 11:32 PM UTC
God, look at you
Veins bluer than blue
With a surface more delicate than I ever knew
Straight from the stem your lovely buds grew
How could this world hold a beauty so true?
