kalkely

My life passed, treachery passed, my chest wound, my blood flowed, life goes on, and wounds are wounds, so what if they were from stabbing my boyfriend?

My eyes shed tears, I hide myself, I drown and you float, life goes on, and the memory lasts.

I am overcome by the passion and longing that has settled in all of me, but my command is not entirely from me, like a diver betrayed by a sea! Behold, my shadow betrays me.