If ever a girl stood on the moon all the stars would call the angels around. To stop her tears from falling into troubled skies and making a thundering sound. Memories flashes before her eyes as the heart drowns deep within, in the floods of guilt. Aches has brought down the protective walls that once were built.
A white peaceful lilly dies because of this angry rain. The question is why do we hurt ourselves and cause all this unnecessary pain? Is it really that wrong to want someone this badly? The answer might be given in the forgotten valley.
The lightning of love strikes right into the soul, fills the stomach with struggling butterflies and is sometimes hidden in a northern star. A daily reminder that can often appear in different complexions in the pitch black sky and sometimes like an unforgettable scar.
And so if ever a girl stood on the moon all the stars would call the angels around. To dry her tears and bring her back to the ground.
A white peaceful lilly dies because of this angry rain. The question is why do we hurt ourselves and cause all this unnecessary pain? Is it really that wrong to want someone this badly? The answer might be given in the forgotten valley.
The lightning of love strikes right into the soul, fills the stomach with struggling butterflies and is sometimes hidden in a northern star. A daily reminder that can often appear in different complexions in the pitch black sky and sometimes like an unforgettable scar.
And so if ever a girl stood on the moon all the stars would call the angels around. To dry her tears and bring her back to the ground.
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