Friday, November 20, 2009

In the Town of Austere, nothing is ever the same.

There was a silver tree
Down by a river wide

That's where we would go
To hang our pretty things
And watch the wind blow
There used to be a tree
Where we took our pretty things
We'd hook them by a thread

Golden egg lipstick and feathers
Pieces of glass, chandelier baubles

And empty bottles of wine
And watch the light shine through

I'm afraid to forget you.
I am remembering you
You were sparkling.


  1. oh okay thank you!!!

    Chloé xxx

  2. these pictures are all beautiful. lovely.

  3. You took many of those images from Deviantart.... You need to link credit to those artists or I will inform them.


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