As the hours passed by she thought that she was nourishing her soul.
By having her red stained lips.
And scars woven on her wrist.
She always loved bloomed roses no matter the rain........

BINABASA MO ANG
The Hidden Hours
Non-FictionPoems from a heart that is broken from pretty lies.....
~Bleeding Tears~
As the hours passed by she thought that she was nourishing her soul.
By having her red stained lips.
And scars woven on her wrist.
She always loved bloomed roses no matter the rain........