One day
I'll write poetry that
does not echo in his honor,
or shatter hearts like his hands
so unforgivably did.
But unfortunately,
and as misfortune may have it,
these words still breathe for him.
May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 9:43 PM UTC
One day
I'll write poetry that
does not echo in his honor,
or shatter hearts like his hands
so unforgivably did.
But unfortunately,
and as misfortune may have it,
these words still breathe for him.
