I Want People to Share Their Poetry
The threads of fate a tangled mess,
From our good intentions sewn,
With capricious hearts inside our chest,
Each scar is carved in stone,
Secret pains we do not mention,
In the hells that we do reap,
Lay answers to the question,
For whom does the willow weep.
From our good intentions sewn,
With capricious hearts inside our chest,
Each scar is carved in stone,
Secret pains we do not mention,
In the hells that we do reap,
Lay answers to the question,
For whom does the willow weep.