Comments about pip lonsdale
The light shines bright on her face.
A scarred heart and hands
While her mind is in a different place
Pain is blown away like rough sand
As memories or past cut her skin like broken glass
The sky full of unfilled wishes flying high
Her cheek will not let a teardropp pass
The sight of a lonesome flower brings a glint to her eye
She reaches out to touch a petal,
But as her finger brushes the velvet white,
The delicate plant slices her skin like sharp metal
As poison runs through her blood, she begins to lose her sight
Some things can't be trusted, she...