The tired absorber

times when you are drained not because of life but because of someone.

It wasn’t that she is sad�"she’s pretty tired,
You know why?
Fagged adjusting, she’s supposed to have her time yet his shadow directing her to twiddle more slight.

She was fine, until the shadow comes again with his misfortune, now she turns the ever great cushion.

Now she needs to have her time, have a whale of time. His shadow ward off like her own happy is a curse, well it’s not his prime.

�"so I’m pretty sure you know why.
She’s just tired of being the absorber.

She needs her whale of time sometimes
not without him but without the shadows that lurking in him.