Germany 20 year old student with an unconditional love for words and poetry. Shakespeare nerd and world traveler. Feel free to scroll through my work and discover the passion of poetry with me! 309 followers / 512 words
Her sadness hung around her Like a suit of tailored tears. And her vision started to blur Knowing she lost someone dear. Goodbyes always hurt the most When the story wasn't finished When opportunities were missed And potential is diminished. She gazed into the black abyss Thinking about what could have been. The abyss gazed back into her Its loneliness crawled under her skin. But she heard a whisper in the wind Saw the sun's diamond glints on snow A lonely lark appeared to sing A song that only she could know. It made her step back from the brink Of the river that can't be conquered twice For she was never left behind; on his way to paradise.
Our body was well worn, Born, bled then ill informed. Skin shed Torn Dust to adorn a once pristene floor. Bred to provide countless lives, more. Martyr to a form it shall never see, The water flows but cannot know The extent of it's captivity.