Silverwing26

 She always told me her life was a cake walk But I'll never understand what kind of happiness comes from Crushing pastries under your foot She could stitch sunshine along her wrists And leave the rest of us in the dark Trying to paint our own cerulean skies And leaving us all bereft when we only managed To stain our skins blue And she could dance a two-tattoo on the arch of moon beams Licking her diamond lips to taste something more Willow wick finger tips gleaming with still flames Tempting a hand into her grasp so that she might Burn life back into our hollowed bodies She traced constellations on her lungs So she could breathe