The clock has run out of hours.
The ocean was beckoned by Poseidon.
The torn plucked berries of poison.
I was never going to be yours.
The gravity kept us grounded.
The roses bloomed till its death.
The clouds had finally wept.
I was left wounded.
Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 10:30 AM UTC
The clock has run out of hours.
The ocean was beckoned by Poseidon.
The torn plucked berries of poison.
I was never going to be yours.
The gravity kept us grounded.
The roses bloomed till its death.
The clouds had finally wept.
I was left wounded.
