you were a unicorn i the hunter, with my rubberband gun i hoped to keep you- still to hold near to have that kodak moment to wave a brush like a wand not to harm or for the mantle before the distant leap a beauty never to dismantle a unicorn today a unicorn tomorrow
Tag: Hurt
missing organ;
i won't become something different to appease your insecurities, i won't say sorry for being me it took me way to long to know who i was to be taken away by anyone
Saint's Muse 