What If...
What If...
She was
The prettiest.
What if?
She doesn't have her own scars,
She loves him like a bloodstain,
As like another burning scar on his forehead.
She has Sun-kissed flowers,
And it blooms under a gold light.
Her breathe falls out of her chest,
And when he touches it, he dares to kiss it with vivid colours.
She walks as if she breathe is walking to his thunder shoes.
