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Maybe one day you will see that I am like a blue rose. Unique and beautiful. Maybe then I'll see myself that way.
The reason it rains is because somewhere in Heaven an angel is sitting at the edge of a cloud crying because she feels lost.
I'm everything you needed....but nothing that I wanted.
Youâ€™re a drug being forced into my veins.
Somebody release this needle from my skin.
Heaven gathers fallen angels,
whose knees are scratched
From unanswered prayers
they have been living.
Never knowing what it meant
To live on the other side of the gates.
The darkness suffocates me.
It haunts my dreams and
destroys my waking hours.
Words evaporate on my tongue. I scream but it goes unnoticed. The screaming is in my mind.
Blades sleeping forever more on the shelf
Not made of metal nor silver in color.
Green full of life sitting in the bug collection.
Candle flickering in my hand ignite truth.
Dying flames melting wax, denials burn.
If I should never reveal sorrorow, may my mirror remain unbroken.