She keeps sorrow to herself
Night too day.
Whispers to the wind,
Defenceless to hope.
The senses tingle
When the needle slides in.
No sun will rise
For her broken eyes.
Her body surrenders
To the pale evening sky.
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 1:53 PM UTC
She keeps sorrow to herself
Night too day.
Whispers to the wind,
Defenceless to hope.
The senses tingle
When the needle slides in.
No sun will rise
For her broken eyes.
Her body surrenders
To the pale evening sky.
