Saturday, 10 April 2010
Sweet Saturday
When they hang us up,
And nail us to the wall
And every blood bead falls its fall
In that moment, losing all,
I’ll still think you beautiful.
I like this :)
I took this poem from http://nanalew.tumblr.com. Go check her out if you want :)
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