white flower in my hair

Pitch black strands, a white flower in my hair

It would look pretty if it wasn’t for my face


Filled with darkness, shadows of the past

A world I care not hold or grasp


Ghosts keep lurking around my throne

waiting for the day i decent to my doom


unhappiness, ,sadness, everything thats dark

days that are bitter days of grey grass


My grip’s gone soft on the days that have gone

Looking for a brighter Saturday afternoon


when nothing felt right and nothing felt wrong

only days and lives passing along


a smile makes my face look oh so nice

bright with sunshine inside and out


sometimes its true I am happy all round

and sometimes to me its just another dance


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