Panic lights
Flashlights
Spotlights
You are the truth, so you really want the absolute?
It’s not the outscreaming lie, that is saving you.
That beautiful reflection in the mirror has nothing to do with you.
You, are not wearing the red dress, you’re not happy.
What’s wrong with you, your frostbitten soul is melting.
Pick up your fountain pen and let it float.
Untill it touches that weird flower
Your scars are the world’s today.
Ik vind dat je dit echt heel mooi hebt verwoord en en yes <3