Three colours
To hide the wings that can’t be spread?
Remember my thin fingers pale
And lips dark-red .
Is there a soul under laces,
A heart behind this corset tight?
Alike a mask of porcelain, face is
So pure-white.
Is there any sence in vain
Attempts to find the warmth I lack?
I fall in love with April rain
And wear black.
April, 11th, 2008.
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of April's rain that makes me cry?
I will not care but be alive
Again, I'll try.
Thanks! Magic rythm.
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