Forgive her,
For only realizing too late,
That when you wrote her something,
You did not see lines, stanzas
Or the occasional rhymes;
Rather, you only saw yourself
Giving her a piece,
Of your soul.
– O.D. ©2016
Photograph by: yuumei
An Instrument of the Divine's will.
Forgive her,
For only realizing too late,
That when you wrote her something,
You did not see lines, stanzas
Or the occasional rhymes;
Rather, you only saw yourself
Giving her a piece,
Of your soul.
– O.D. ©2016
Photograph by: yuumei