By: p.a. LEX
We were meant to fall deep in the sea of lost hope. Singing through the pages of our lives, but why am I stuck with you—-unmoving. I struggle in your grasp of insanity—broken and abandoned in the path of shattered glass. But I love you—in anguish and all, and it's hard to let go.
So forgive me for latching onto a bottomless pit.
YOU ARE READING
Pages of Despondence
ŞiirA batch of poetries and short stories for the broken. You may portray it in any way you want. Most of my works are for the abused, scorned and rejected.
