00:04 - Falling Free
Fall, you fickle flower,
Live to love a love in vain.
Live to be the painted beauty
Left to bleed into the rain.
Wait upon a whisper,
Wring out words til they allude
To the love you hope he echoes,
To the love you can't conclude.
Make your heart your captor,
Be your own worst enemy.
Thrive on self-dealt torture,
Fickle flower, falling free.
Copyright © Annabelle Jane | Year Posted 2011
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