What is left of this child,
This broken child...?
They sit alone,
Alone in the dark.
There is no light.
There is no dawn.
There is nothing for this child,
This forgotten child.
This forgotten child
Whose love was once boundless.
YOU ARE READING
:: Incandescent ::
PoesíaShe looked at the stars, and the stars looked back. Trigger warning, I suppose. After all, it is just my thoughts...
