DamaPlumaSangrante
You can leave a mark, even if you don't twist and turn the knife.
You can leave me bleeding, even if your weapon does not sparkle.
You left me dying, but whenever I gaze back at the memories I saw no fluctuations to our moments, for I loved every day that together we spent; but then again, our days were all about sprinkling glitter to the already vanishing feelings.
October 11 tears