Living in a world halfway between;
being totally, eternally unseen.
Where yours are the only skin and bones,
and the only sounds are your lonesome groans.
But fret not, beautiful flower,
because you still retain your power;
and although here you'll always remain,
that's where I'll always know your pain.
Poetry » General Rated: K+, English, Spiritual & Hurt/Comfort, Words: 54, Favs: 1, Published: 2/2/2010