"Flowers bloom, even though they are destined to wither
A memory is created, but perhaps they are like a scar
Time continues to suffocate, even when we try to do the right thing
What if this is my fate?
I'm young to enjoy, but too old to understand
The cave I had drawn is starting to grow
Emerging into this world
The company I have now is slowly fading
The hand is ticking away
Becoming broken halograms
Soon to be torn records
Spinning endlessly
In the end, it will stop
The crystals will shatter in the cold
No warmth to be remembered by
Nothing to hold
I will hold what I have left
My voice humming in despair
What is hope without love?
Will I drown or will I fly?
Am I to be or not to be?
Only fate can shake that hand
I'm trapped in an hourglass
Counting every grain of sand
Until I die"
~ yours truly,
Esmeray
ČTEŠ
The Secret Oeuvre of a Ghost Named Esmeray
PoezieI was a human just like you once. A soul. I had lived a life brimmed with flowers that could glow love, had a fire within me to bring others warmth. I once had a family that cherished me, and accepted me. I had the spirit of a child, with many stori...
