I Talk Through My Poems and Short Stories
My tears have run
The river won't dry,
My heart is breaking
And so I cry.
You didn't know,
Couldn't understand
I opened to you,
But now I feel damned.
I guess you weren't ready
To see a new me,
But if you loved me
How hard could it be?
As I end my dreams
Of hopes at that life,
I feel my heart end
From the touch of this knife.
Orchalia (aka ST, SJ, BJ, TJ)