Blue eyes clouded by rage and sorrow.
Golden locks hidden by preference .
The singing bird that no longer sings so cheerily.
The artist that no longer wishes to bloom.
Creativity dimmed by a darkness.
Shattered by someone he trusted.
The other pasture, hidden in the depths of an ever darkening place,
Are protected by brambles of painful memory
Each step provides more pain. Each leap provides more guilt
Each thorn brings pain. Each Rose brings sadness. Each step brings so much hate.
Each leap brought loss of faith, each step brought more pain. Here lies her yellow Rose, a sign of joy and passion. Now this rose, this beautiful pain brings nothing but sadness and regret.
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I Dunno... It's Just Stupid Stuff
RandomA bunch of random stupid things that I write down because why not? DISCLAIMER! I give credit to the original owner of any pictures or songs that I use.
