Sorrowful Head

Rhymes, Writings, and Confessions to Small Crimes

Heavens abduction is unavoidable…

With solace, I grant you my hand…

My heart…

My embrace…

Bodies, voices, and hearts disappear from all around us…

The moon knows no wrong…

The sun beams in your presence…

Life and pain have been lovers beneath the apple tree for all of time…

Let’s rest together within its shade and offer comfort and love…

-Madamchryzl-

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