Showcase & Discover Creative Work Sign Up For Free
Hiring Talent? Post a Job

Bēhance

The Widow

  • 585
  • 38
  • 6
  • She cries
    and no one sees
    what she feels inside.
    Half a soul is gone,
    half a life past by.
    Reminiscing in a puddle of hope,
    all her fears come up afloat.
    She walks through the crowds like she has no feet...
    If only she could still feel his heat.
    His love, his warmth and his kiss
    are things she won't get back.