17 February 2013
Because he looked so lovely while he cried. Tears fell down his face but each and every one found a way to merge together and embrace. Wet kisses his tears would share. I stood and stared as he screamed and pulled his hair. Frustration and anger suited him so well. And his words sounded so nice when he yelled. He is such a pretty tragedy. Much too beautiful to feel happy.
Beautiful Tragedy • Opuss № I