So silent, her despair,
The will to be seen , by whom she called her universe
Shallow and narrow, her soul
and her body
Inked with the memory of thy heaven
But her skies turned grey, each time you looked away.
May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 6:05 AM UTC
So silent, her despair,
The will to be seen , by whom she called her universe
Shallow and narrow, her soul
and her body
Inked with the memory of thy heaven
But her skies turned grey, each time you looked away.
