ThisIsLexx
Bloomed blew me. It blossomed into nothing more.
The mold we formed has been duplicated. The cream color oozed and hardened, allowing a base for all other forms. WE are plaster, for the constant desire to become something we're not, has become top priority to self-concious individuals. Break the mold and become who you really are.
Veins popped out as she screeched.With the wrought of the man she once loved,
Still loves.
Because being beaten is a malicious cycle that the two complete. Without one or the other there isn't any drive to move on.
The wings cover the night sky in a dark haze
Her feathers cover every inch of the moon
blinding the pure ones into a daze
The innocent will transform to sinners soon
because a raven sure knows how to swoon
There I was. Surrounded by strangers that I didn't know, submerged in my own thoughts. Unable to move, but all the possibilities to think. And even though the world was blurred and I would shiver, the night seemed so right.
When I open up my eyes
I find it's you who is derived
From the hell hole you called me
And through faith you became happy
Without it, I was lost without you
Forever more unable to be your muse
The gift of life is wrapped
Please use caution when unraveling
Rip the layers too quickly runs a risk of sharp tears
Fragile and torn, life has been victimized
But what does it matter if layers are damaged?
Those pieces are left crumpled and thrown away anyways
And there's no point in rewrapping, the paper will never be its crisp self
Life should not be thrown away
Take care of those layers
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