søndag den 18. september 2011

Blue eyes are like skies (Dollface)

Your sickness shines through.
The façade of the perfect.
Lines in your arm.
Gives you away.

The rage in your eyes.
The blood runs fast.
Overwhelming calm.
It’s not like you.

I was.
Fine. You. 
Made me. Saw scars.
Do hurt. Be vainly. 

Hate me beautifully.
Love me silently.

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