D
Drasche
Guest
A tattered, lined page stabbed through the top, written with pained letters:
Beautiful,
The timelessness lingers without you
Endless days and sleepless nights
My focus crushed by countless distractions
My Father watching on with grief
A fetid life surrounded by decay
I had to leave my only Eden
-to walk away from the one person that
-makes me feel
All these tears I cannot cry are stored
-in a bottle marked "Human"
Ever waiting for the morning to come
-and the mourning to end.
~Drasche Borgannah
Beautiful,
The timelessness lingers without you
Endless days and sleepless nights
My focus crushed by countless distractions
My Father watching on with grief
A fetid life surrounded by decay
I had to leave my only Eden
-to walk away from the one person that
-makes me feel
All these tears I cannot cry are stored
-in a bottle marked "Human"
Ever waiting for the morning to come
-and the mourning to end.
~Drasche Borgannah