du sucre glace
sur les sommets
de nos pensées.
I used an abundance of bronzer to attain that warming look
To bad, I'm see through
My pale dead cold blue glistens for you
You wanted me selfishly
I seen your tendencies shining
You were always better at dining
You never existed
The only evidence is a ripped up shirt,
covered in blue frosting
41 moments of tricky thoughts
41 moments to let go
Rest in Power / Long live the free / The pressure and the weight on mine molded this diamond; nah, it was always here. Time to shine again ...