A heart that writes what it cannot say out loud.
Escribo para sanar lo que no se decir.
She lingers unseen She remembers what I did She waits for nightfall
By Elly Mar4 months ago in Poets
After he was gone, after the casket was buried and everyone had gone home, Lyra sat in the haunting silence of the graveyard. Everyone had moved on with their lives, but she stayed right there. Her body was too heavy to move. Once upon a time, it was Dad and Lyra, together against the world. Now it would just be Lyra.
By Elly Mar4 months ago in Fiction
Since you left home Everything is dark and cold Even the moon hides from me So I turn back to this lantern The only warmth my soul still knows
