May 2015
Wailing bitter, sorrowful cries to the sky-
between the lines with regret running high.
Heart soaring, almost imploring, for altitude
to compress whats left- beyond recognition.
between the lines with regret running high.
Heart soaring, almost imploring, for altitude
to compress whats left- beyond recognition.
I wrote this picturing, a man holding a dead loved one on his knees. Hes the one that killed them but it was an accident. Its raining and he looking up at the sky and screams in anguish. His heart... well you can just imagine. (sorry i **** at titles... you guys got any ideas?)
