beautiful girl tries to sleep under her blanket
tears run down from her eyelashes, her blue mascara messed up
her glossy lips shine like the reflection of the moon on a broken glass
her heart is being torn apart
pretty girl wraps her body with bruises
tears shed to the red cheeks, to her body, underneath her skin into her veins to her heart
thoughts are bubbling up tonight in her mind like a wildfire
running, running from the madness of her memories, she finally falls asleep
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Golden Bruises
Poetry- • ● p o e t r y ● • - ☆ ~ because all of your bruises have a golden story to tell ~ ☆ #itsnotaphase
