She stood in the mist,
waiting for him.
Always in the same place.
He always asks the same question,
"What do you want me to do?"
She never answered.
She couldn't.
All she could do was stare,
reaching toward him with her gaze alone,
pulling him down in the sorrow of those depthless black pools.
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 7:54 PM UTC
She stood in the mist,
waiting for him.
Always in the same place.
He always asks the same question,
"What do you want me to do?"
She never answered.
She couldn't.
All she could do was stare,
reaching toward him with her gaze alone,
pulling him down in the sorrow of those depthless black pools.
