Your words are brittle... You promised hope for the bound girl... Who dreams to dance with the spider lilies... To twist in the wind free of chains... Made of Fear.... Sadness... Hatred.... Pain.... Uncertainty.... You promised me I could become a spider lily... Why is it you have yet to fulfill your promise?
momijisohma619 · Sat Oct 02, 2010 @ 07:51pm · 0 Comments |