Tie the noose in a pretty bow,
Etch my skin with paint,
Dress a weed as a rose,
Call the shadows a saint,
Coat my heart in layer of stone,
Crumble memories to paper ash,
In this fate that I have sown,
And all that I have masked.
Ash and Roses
By TaintedSnow_
Poetry I started years ago and have started adding to again cause why not. Life is a bitch, eat a banana and... More