Black Pearl
I hate to think that touching me softly
you have shaped a proud queen of pearls
Now I am an only princess pearl of black
Hating these memories coming to my mind like
random pearl shining knives killing me softly
No, the cliche has finally lied
They come softly killing me very hard
04.05.2017
Copyright © Weeping Willow | Year Posted 2017
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