why, her eyes glistened with such sorrow,
that you could never tell a bad day from good.
for she seemed to always be burdened by misery,
a cloud of grey constantly over her
watching her.
tormenting her.
showering her in dark thoughts
born by her own dark mind.
such sorrow
why, her eyes glistened with such sorrow,
that you could never tell a bad day from good.
for she seemed to always be burdened by misery,
a cloud of grey constantly over her
watching her.
tormenting her.
showering her in dark thoughts
born by her own dark mind.