Fallen photos, broken frames,
Shattered memories never tame
Sky of water, water of fire,
Memories up in Angels' choir
Memories twisted, tears unveil,
Pictures lead a blood trail
Fallen photos, a quiet, dead sense,
But I'd rather see the world through a different lense
YOU ARE READING
Black Abyss
PoetryA collection of poetry that covers issues from all over the world, issues that strike everyone's lives. I hope you enjoy, and I hope you find meaning in the words I scrawl on this page. ❤️ --- Thanks a ton to LYNWAH for being such a wonderful friend...
