In your written letters,
you've said goodbye
You close your eyes,
praying that it would be
your last try
You say your final words,
and took one last breath
then you succeeded,
you laid there, lifeless.
Years will go by,
and nothing will change.
Your room will stay locked up,
where your broken ghost
will forever remain.
C❤️
YOU ARE READING
The Writer and Her Twilight
PoetryA prose and poetry collection where twilight becomes your blanket to hide that you cry.