bella amor
Bluelighter
He was a dream
An enigma
A figment
A fragment
Of my twisted imagination.
For when I awoke
All that was left
Was a
Stain.
(c) Bella Amor
An enigma
A figment
A fragment
Of my twisted imagination.
For when I awoke
All that was left
Was a
Stain.
(c) Bella Amor
