Through the woods.
Across the stream.
I scream hiding my fears.
Causing more pain.
Wishing you were here.
Look at my wrists the scars run deep, like the hole in my chest.
The dagger rusts with the gathering dust.
Lying here for ages no one came looking for the heartbroken girl,
Who gave her love.
Everythings changed, my depressions lifted.
With one stab of a dagger that rusted with blood.
The trees cover the earth where I lay.
The rain starts falling washing me away.
And yet the dagger shines with no rust where the blood once was.
 Rea Kyasuri-n · Fri Apr 27, 2007 @ 11:44pm · 0 Comments |
