You see her crying
But don't feel the breaking of her ribs
Overflown with emotion
You see her tears
But do you feel the decay filling her soul
Darkness overtaking any light
Because you may see her
But you will never truly feel her
YOU ARE READING
Whispers of the Wounded
Poetry//Poetry written by the pained// I keep thinking That if I keep whispering These terrible thoughts to this wind Maybe I'd see the meaning in something again //Cover by the amazing @anixkuh//
