Eclipsed
I played God,
Named you Sun.
Days and nights
Around you spun.
Heard you not?
The scent of dead
Butterflies bring
Bleeding winds.
Smell you not?
Eclipsed, amiss
And farther yet
Should you orbit
A different star.
Named you Sun.
Days and nights
Around you spun.
Heard you not?
The scent of dead
Butterflies bring
Bleeding winds.
Smell you not?
Eclipsed, amiss
And farther yet
Should you orbit
A different star.
posted by Ducking Giraffe at 6:16 PM
3 Comments:
ouch Duck, that really hurt :X
Gif
:( The verse is beautiful but like Gif says, it hurts like hell.
yeah ..it did hurt to write it:)
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