I know your heart aches
When you see us, your lovers,
Wither away into the wind.
The White is your mourning shroud.
Your scars hurt from our footprints.
But it is your duty to shine.
So, shine my brilliance.
And take away the breath
Of the wild sea beneath.
Again.
Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 2:55 PM UTC
