Turned Love

Does it show in my eyes, sadness shining through dusty portals to a sorrowful soul...? Can you feel my strength waning, livliness bleeding from a tired, nearly empty shell? The glow of my cheeks, the rose in my lips, greying with every step closer to apathy. Barefoot and defeated by love, which precendently had made my mind sing. Barely clutching on, with hands trembling from the fatigue of reality.

Reviews

[Irishrite]

This is genuinely lovely. A hearwrenching look into a womans beautiful but broken heart. Yearning to be fixed. I love this ditty.