his body laid beside a bench
his hand limp by his side
a community looks down at him
they ask if he had family
relatives
not even friends?
-a forlorn daughter
YOU ARE READING
the day i will let go
شِعرwhat comes out when i let my emotions mix with ink the product of love, heartbreak and angst
drunkard on the green
his body laid beside a bench
his hand limp by his side
a community looks down at him
they ask if he had family
relatives
not even friends?
-a forlorn daughter
