My little Butterflies.

Saturday, April 23, 2011

Be the past now.



I've changed.
I'm not who I use to be.
This mouth isn't mine.
This heart so scarred.
This mind so polluted.
This person I know nothing of.

I need to get to my U-turn now.


You've been nothing but an angel.
I should stop my nonsensical.
God knows how much LILY, I do.

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