theladyinmydream

I can feel the funeral in my head,
          	It's so cold and heavy.
          	The tip feels numb,
          	Can't point the path.
          	Everything is running in circle,
          	Blindlessly looking for the purple.
          	You can't tell to the dying flower
          	That she is beautiful.
          	Let her eyes be close,
          	Feel the thorns of a crimson rose.
          	-Lost Stranger-

Fever_Bloom

Hi author. It's been a year simula ng mabasa ko yung mga stories mo. You deserve more recognition. Super ganda ng story at walang boring chapter. Keep writing po Ms A. Hoping na mas makilala at mag boom yung mga gawa mo. 10/10 ･⁠ω⁠･

theladyinmydream

I can feel the funeral in my head,
          It's so cold and heavy.
          The tip feels numb,
          Can't point the path.
          Everything is running in circle,
          Blindlessly looking for the purple.
          You can't tell to the dying flower
          That she is beautiful.
          Let her eyes be close,
          Feel the thorns of a crimson rose.
          -Lost Stranger-