Dearest the stranger who flies ever so low
The poor child whose struggles are dark at heart
The forsaken whose grief dealt the deciding blow
Who lost her way before she played her part
And I tried my best to make you see
The ones whose hands fell to side aching
But alas you didn't take the key
So your despair portrayed an abstract painting
And now you are lost
A fractured soul
I wish I could say more than "I'm sorry"
Dear, the girl I didn't know
YOU ARE READING
Short Stories and Other Creative Waste
RandomAh the wonders of 2018. It's been a long time since anything was written here. If you want something fresh (and probably higher quality) look for my newer stuff. A metaphorical sewage dump
