• parvathiee 53w


    Out through the cracked window of my heart I see the daffodils bloom
    Everyday they wave at me with a smile
    I wish to go out there.
    But I couldn't
    As my feet are chained.
    The harder I try the more it hurt
    Scarring and bruising myself
    the chains loosened my skin
    Rotting it until one day I died
    Do the daffodils still look for me?