So far from innocence, she still searched for love in ones who never gave it to her. She had no patience, but still she'd never tell; in the dark between thunders, how much her eyes had been unveiled.
YOU ARE READING
Every Tear
PoetryStaring at these blank pages my mind is empty, the words won't bleed from my fingertips, for they only know my eyes.
"don't think me lost"
So far from innocence, she still searched for love in ones who never gave it to her. She had no patience, but still she'd never tell; in the dark between thunders, how much her eyes had been unveiled.