She shouldn't stare At the sun Her eyes burn Her life is won Her bloody tears Her burning scars Her fine fears Those are my scars Kiss sweet Hair stained She sees All pain Lips glossed Bath made Robe dropped Price paid Knife raised Skin bleeds Water grows thick Fills her needs I feel sorrow She was hooked Her wrists bled Done by the book
Reason for writing:
I was inspired by.. ultimately what people will do for
love. Death, suicide.. loves prices are ultimate.
Birth sign: Not entered
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