My hands rot at the soil of your footprints
Your fingers had slipped long ago
The mist still has not cleared
I remain at where your love once was
I longed for those ashes to not be swept away by the wind
But they flew away at the moment of fate's wrath
I silently wait for your return
It rains
I whisper my troubles to passerbys
I feel a lingering warmth
But their own troubles turn them away
It rains
Hold my hand in one
And pierce me with the other
It rains
Mourn, thy beloved child
And harden your heart for the next rain
As it rains again
 Lolitasaur · Sun Jan 31, 2010 @ 02:30am · 0 Comments |
