Short poem I wrote not too long ago...
I didn't obsess over getting everything perfect, although there are a few slight modifications as to the way things were said.
Other than that, it's remained the same since I wrote it.
It's called Sorrow:
A single tear fell down from her eye.
Sorrow had consumed her mind, Spirit, body, and soul.
There she had lain there for days, unmoving. Unthinking.
He was gone, and she couldn't bear it.
She couldn't last without him.
She had gone to join him... In the everlasting sleep.
I didn't obsess over getting everything perfect, although there are a few slight modifications as to the way things were said.
Other than that, it's remained the same since I wrote it.
It's called Sorrow:
A single tear fell down from her eye.
Sorrow had consumed her mind, Spirit, body, and soul.
There she had lain there for days, unmoving. Unthinking.
He was gone, and she couldn't bear it.
She couldn't last without him.
She had gone to join him... In the everlasting sleep.
