a never ending tunnel
The rose quartz stabs me in the heart
It is supposed to heal me
I am deprived of human touch
The tsunami rolls over my soul
The aftermath, the devastation
I loved him, but he did not
The rose quartz cuts deeper
It's supposed to cure me
I am deprived of color
Everything fades away in the tsunami
The aftermath, the stench of death
I still love him, but he never will
One last final push, the rose quartz stings
It's supposed to mend my broken heart, teach me how to love
Bullshit
I am deprived of life
Tsunami stands tall above me, ready to swallow me whole
The aftermath, there is no more oxygen
I am dead, but my love for him lives on
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Jessica Karnes
I'm not this sad all the time, I swear.
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