precious strainger...i'd rather burn the moments, than to shine with false memories...
count to seven and come to a pause,cause you won't find anything beyond.
is it all wrong? is it all right?
my precious strainger, look up,
or do you not dare? to meet up with the merciless sky
to catch a sight of broken angels and dead feathers...
the seven blues wait...to be pierced...i wait...to be seen...
so with those crystal eyes...
precious strainger...look up, won't you?
count to seven and come to a pause,cause you won't find anything beyond.
is it all wrong? is it all right?
my precious strainger, look up,
or do you not dare? to meet up with the merciless sky
to catch a sight of broken angels and dead feathers...
the seven blues wait...to be pierced...i wait...to be seen...
so with those crystal eyes...
precious strainger...look up, won't you?
posted by Celestial Delinquent at 12:16 AM
1 Comments:
Nights sky, five AM cigarettes, wet blades of grass, omnious car lights and late night grocery stores. Things I wish to avoid. So talk to me, Jade. Whats on your mind?
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