Lover of Words

Ten

11.14.20

Four summer have passed,

Your's still the name on her lips when asked

She believed it's love

So in drowning she refuse to rise above

To whose it's fault,

that everything consumed her in result

It all goes down in flames

As she calls your name

She says, worth it are the scars

For your smile outshines the stars

It was flowers and rainbows

Concealing all the pain and sorrows

T'was a rainy summer when she
removed the blind fold

And realized, that in the end

Her other hand, is the only present hand to hold