CHiLD-0F-THE-BEAT
Bluelighter
.:Thin-Wishes:.
Butterfly wings
Like shards of glass
Jut out from my insides.
Their gaudy
Shelled remains
Are dry
The breeze wills them to fly.
Butterfly wings
Like shards of glass
Jut out from my insides.
Their gaudy
Shelled remains
Are dry
The breeze wills them to fly.
