Your slightly decadent face
Thin lips carry a thousand lies
When the wind blows, I see your thin and long bird feet
High heels treading on bumpy footsteps
Where to go with heavy makeup and makeup
Your pale eyes
Unconsciously turning around but feeling lost is the familiar neon light
I can't find your first tears in the sobbing alleyway
Just put your soul in an empty pocket and walk towards another stranger
Your slightly decadent face
Thin lips carry a thousand lies
When the wind blows, I see your thin and long bird feet
High heels treading on bumpy footsteps
Where to go with heavy makeup and makeup
Your pale eyes
Unconsciously turning around but feeling lost is the familiar neon light
I can't find your first tears in the sobbing alleyway
Just put your soul in an empty pocket and walk towards another stranger
Hopelessly hysterical and naive
Deliberately beautiful packaging of a jealous woman
Are you invading others or are they invading your last line of defense
When you spend a carnival night welcoming the lonely tomorrow
Your slightly decadent face
Thin lips carry a thousand lies
When the wind blows, I see your thin and long bird feet
High heels treading on bumpy footsteps
When the wind blows, I see your thin and long bird feet
High heels treading on bumpy footsteps
About the Creator
Tales of the Aurora Borealis
Who knew a solar storm could be so beautiful? Purples, reds, and greens shimmering in our skies like dancing ribbons. Hypnotic and enchanting, the Northern Lights have had us humans in complete awe for centuries. Which got me thinking, what did our ancestors think of the Aurora Borealis?
By Rosie J. Sargent5 days ago in FYI
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