Did the words leave her hanging
or have she left them scattered?
Soaked and smashed on the ground–
Not a single meaning could be found.
So nonsense verses were written,
As the poetess lost her rhythm;
Like a lunatic, she just keeps humming–
Mindlessly tapping her fingers, eyes aren’t shining;
Like how it used to,
As she sings along with the wind,
And the stars dance as the melody plays,
Blinking her scars away.
Yet the song stopped–
And so did she.
Lost in the darkest, loneliest,
And unforgiving sea.
Disclaimer: The sketch is originally a pinterest photo. Let’s say I’m a copycat. Harhar. Ctto. 😚