Lyric
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
A Promise
bound by the mixing of blood
a droplet of red
in crystal white snow
fate decided by a promise
a promise I'll keep
even if shes dead
a promise
to be as thin as a
withering flower petal
to weigh next to
nothing at all
to be a
Wintergirl
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