All I see is a mosaic of my own broken heart.
Everywhere I turn my eyes to,
They are blurry.
All dull,
unable to let go a stained dress.
While my place of shelter is getting
colder
and colder.
I never took off my stained dress under this pretty yellow gown.
And I keep weeping invisibly.
Unable to clean up the blood from these pale hands.
Shaken,
with no backbone to stand up straight.
So I reach my hand to the darkest sky,
Praying an empty prayer.
How foolish.
So delicate that you dissolve
from a forsaken barren land,
One that Petunia once conquered.
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My Kingdom of Indigo [ I ]
PoésieA celestial throne for your crescent heart. Where innocence meet the fire of venge. And become one. To be loved, to be cherished, to be protected, By one knight in shining armor.
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