Go to sleep and close your eyes. Dream of broken butterflies that cut their wings upon a thorn. you know the pain that they have endured. Silver metal shine so bright. Scarlet blood that feels so right. Dream of that… — Emma Copy Share Image
I'm digging my way to something better. I'm sowing the seeds I take for granted. This thorn in my side is from the tree I planted. And it tears me and I bleed. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
