My story was told, in my eyes so foolishly bold.
It was told in stone, forged by the hand that ends all.
It was told in the wind, that sweeps across your crestfallen face.
It was told in the river, that flows my endless sorrow.
It was told in the Fire, where my heart will remain forevermore.
My story was told, in the land and sea. My story was told, for all to read.
My story. Told.
YOU ARE READING
Blinded Love.
PoetryPoetry. Emotions. Simply me, trying to find a way to release the pain in my heart.
