She was walking towards the river with her feet bare and her white silk disassembled; they said she was a loathed cathedral of despair as a ruined, beloved garden, _she is all that is left_.
“_Will you hold my hands or leave me?
Should I wait until we're together?_”
she sang her lullaby as she let her body float. while she holds her sweet eulogies, _it’s all what she has_, gazing upon the sky, giving in at the temptation.
“_please don’t make me wait forever_”
the words linger in the water as her breath goes into oblivion.
Jan 28, 2022
Jan 28, 2022 at 8:15 AM UTC
She was walking towards the river with her feet bare and her white silk disassembled; they said she was a loathed cathedral of despair as a ruined, beloved garden, _she is all that is left_.
“_Will you hold my hands or leave me?
Should I wait until we're together?_”
she sang her lullaby as she let her body float. while she holds her sweet eulogies, _it’s all what she has_, gazing upon the sky, giving in at the temptation.
“_please don’t make me wait forever_”
the words linger in the water as her breath goes into oblivion.
