sitting on the fireplace
light blush roses
that once were beautiful
and now they just lie there
in stale, luke warm water
once vibrant and alive
they lit up this room
now everthing is dark
and I sit here
and all I see are
dead wilted flowers
sitting on the fireplace
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His Fantasy |
Dead Wilted Flowers |
Fantasy |
My Heart |
Laughing |
Masks |
My Past Life |
My Prayer |
Stupid Girl |
Fairy Tale |
Without you |
Gone |
Secret Competition |