My wrists throb as my exhaustion and pain flow out like the rain that caresses my cheeks as I sit there cold and shivering, watching the waves crash and hit the rocks with a sound as melodious as the sound of my blood pushing through the valves of my heart. O love, how sad it is that while you ran- they left.
Aug 12, 2017
Aug 12, 2017 at 11:28 AM UTC
My wrists throb as my exhaustion and pain flow out like the rain that caresses my cheeks as I sit there cold and shivering, watching the waves crash and hit the rocks with a sound as melodious as the sound of my blood pushing through the valves of my heart. O love, how sad it is that while you ran- they left.
