May 2013
She raises the headpiece of wires,
Twined like a garland of thorn.
Looking into enigmatic eyes
To see the love still unborn.
Her beloved Doctor-
Oh why do you have to cry?
How painful it must be-
To meet with a goodbye.
Twined like a garland of thorn.
Looking into enigmatic eyes
To see the love still unborn.
Her beloved Doctor-
Oh why do you have to cry?
How painful it must be-
To meet with a goodbye.
dw poetry; doctor who; silence of the library; River x Doctor
