Jan 2016
their
forms
like
wax
melted
in
white
smears
down
their
vase
stars
abandon
them
their
moon
eclipsed
beautiful
still
the
sun
which
once
sustained
them
is
now
their
sworn
enemy
and
their
cloying
scent
fills
only
the
nostrils
of
the
dead
SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/31/2016
forms
like
wax
melted
in
white
smears
down
their
vase
stars
abandon
them
their
moon
eclipsed
beautiful
still
the
sun
which
once
sustained
them
is
now
their
sworn
enemy
and
their
cloying
scent
fills
only
the
nostrils
of
the
dead
SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/31/2016
I have to throw away the flowers
I received on my birthday
They aren't white lillies
but the sunlight coming through
the window highlights them
and gave me inspiration
I received on my birthday
They aren't white lillies
but the sunlight coming through
the window highlights them
and gave me inspiration
Written by
SøułSurvivør
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