Flowers on the floor
Lying all around
You have shut the door
And done it really loud
I'm left in empty space
With all my womans' fears
And make-up from my face
Is washed away with tears
And all this broken parts
Of glass and my new I-phone
Just like our broken hearts
That never will go one...
Flowers on the Flour
© Copyright: Олеся Куракина, 2016
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