When will it be end?
Why should she have to pretend?
Will it only end when she drowns in her tears?
When will she stop living her greatest fear?
Is her only answer a forbidden thought?
Why is she just being left to rot?
Her mind creates a picture so dark and defined
And her words don't begin to create and outline
If she seizes to exist will the world remember?
Every memory suddenly lost in December
Don't let her fall apart every night
Or the world will lose a beautiful sight
YOU ARE READING
Letting Go
PoetryWords? Are they simple? No. But they sure can tell a story. (A poetry novel)
