As the moon rises, the thoughts enter my head. Thoughts so dark, that they engulf the light. Wishing never brought back, what i so longed for.
My yearning for her, heart in heart, hand in hand, never ceases to haunt me. The thought of a child, and mother, keep tearing at my soul.
Please, my child, do not cry. Please, my love, do not mourn. I shall come, I shall come. Wait for me, at death's door.
Jess Lieben · Fri Sep 26, 2008 @ 07:06pm · 1 Comments |