A Letter For The Dying Girl
Whe sunset comes,
It wasn't you descending;
Though nothing leashes you in life,
Please trust that you are here;
Your journals may be burned to ashes
and your thoughts remain unclear,
But for someone who has heard your words,
Your silent voice have reached;
So leave like the dandelion seed
And be...
It wasn't you descending;
Though nothing leashes you in life,
Please trust that you are here;
Your journals may be burned to ashes
and your thoughts remain unclear,
But for someone who has heard your words,
Your silent voice have reached;
So leave like the dandelion seed
And be...