Darkness delivered to the wandering heart
For who became forgotten
Wondering why? Wondering where? In the world
Did it ever go so wrong
Wandering hearts, found out both became forgotten
The Blackness... became... delivered
Wondering thoughts flowing round the room - it’s spinning
The Darkness becomes delivered
And for the eyes, And for the stars we saw within them
Changed... now... forever
Blistering hearts flow shallow on the water
So Changed now... forever
Wandering hearts for who we have forgotten...
Suddenly become delivered.
As she said, "Misery is suddenly made beautiful
Right before our eyes."
It's still poetry, my friend! Very nicely arranged, Grey. I enjoyed, Thanks!