There is darkness in her eyes and yet she still rise to my surprise
walking along roads lost weeping wanting to be belong
a thud a knock on the walls
awaking the strings from this fickle broken mundane world
drown these sorrows where my heart flows
lay it to rest as it witnessed the breaking of thy soul at the hands of you
bleeding out for the lover to back plant me in their garden
together all that was unearthed can become one
-Tara Simone™