I AM BACK
Новости, Интересное, Личное
Новости, Интересное, Мысли вслух
Новости, Интересное, Разное
PromiseHe promised me a good life. He promised me love. He promised me the world. To buy me flowers, And a pretty house. But promises are empty, Until they are fulfilled
Red rosesRoses so red as her lips. Blooming under the sun. A paddle so soft as her skin. So frigale to the touch. Like the wings of a butterfly. One touch. And the butterfly could die. But she can wear stand more. The roses has thornes as protection. Like her walls around her, shielding her. Sometimes the thornes sting. But if you look further than her wall. You will see a garden with beautifull red roses .
MirrorA mirror looking at me. Looking at my eyes, my smile and my hair. Wondering. Am I pretty? Slowly taking away the different layers of myself. Stripping me. Leaving me exposed and funerable, To the judgment of society. But my skin is tick, And my soul is strong. My mirrow reflects my soul. And it won't be like society, Toxic and hurtfull. But it will be loving and positive.