• questioning_life 5w

    A pale face in the silver moonlight,
    It cuts through the darkness of the night,
    Red droplets litter the floor,
    Like the rose petals decorating the bedroom floor,
    A darkness suffocates and plagues her mind,
    Because fate has not been kind,
    She was promised love and affection,
    A promise that long ago was broken...

    ©questioning_life