Halliova

Silly girl, Whose eyes rain crystals, Why do you wish to heal? Do you not understand the beauty Of your ability to feel? Silly girl, Whose grin’s so bright, Why do you wish to change? A soul with no emotion Would appear to be quite strange. Silly girl, Whose face is dull, Why do you live this myth? You choose to be a shadow, Smashing daisies with your fist. Silly girl, With wounds and scars, Why have you chosen this death? No, sinking into your own grave Would be better than such regret. Silly girl, You’ve started to feel, Just recently you’ve started to cry. You’ve been down this path again and again, With a pain