When the rain drips from her hair,
And her eyes are of the grand canyon at night.
Does it please your existence?
Does it satisfy your lustful nature?
The demons sleep in cotton,
With seeded thorns for a heart.
So while the melody ends,
Will you sing more lies into her ears?
Or will you lend another chance?
YOU ARE READING
Haruka Toku Ni
PoetryThis poetry collection is dedicated towards those who're going through internal hardships. When the feelings of wanting to depart grow too strong. If you wish to bathe in serenity, this is for you.
