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Red petals
Green leaves
Black thorns
True beauty
The sign of love
A sight to behold
Green leaves
Black thorns
True beauty
The sign of love
A sight to behold
Literature
Perfection.
When you look into the mirror, at your reflection...
That's it.
That's you.
That is perfection.
Literature
red red roses
i am not a goddess
nor do i
believe i wish to
be one.
i think
i'd rather be a half-forgotten
fairy tale
or a girl with opium
eyes and a
glass tongue;
an angel
who doesn't believe in
god, an
angel who
kisses demons with lips
that whisper poetry as artificial
as the mannequins in a
department store.
i want wings:
appendages stitched from
dying butterflies
and the feathers you
can find on
the ground - dirty,
ripped, but still
beautiful.
and i would soar
higher and higher
until i
couldn't breathe
and buy up
all the stars.
if i am being
honest,
i fall in love with
dragon girls
and wolf boys
much like the way a candle
melts; fast, hot,
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.
What force
drives a
noble heart,
which would
place another
before itself?
I have
spent my
whole life
searching for
a grain
of such
courage.
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The flower of love, something you don't want to press your fingers on too hard. 