23 August 2012
My wrists are cut, The blood now drips, A finger now put, To my quaking lip's,
I wipe the blood, Put down my blade, If only I could, Make my scar's fade.
♥
RebelCouture © mqq, my own poem. dont steal.
Wanting To Fade; • Opuss № I
23 August 2012
My wrists are cut, The blood now drips, A finger now put, To my quaking lip's,
I wipe the blood, Put down my blade, If only I could, Make my scar's fade.
♥
RebelCouture © mqq, my own poem. dont steal.
Wanting To Fade; • Opuss № I