They say blood is thicker than water,
But you weren't there
When it was trickling down my wrists.
And in these deep, dark times
It is water that washes my wounds.
-
Author:
SerenWise (
Offline) - Published: May 14th, 2019 20:36
- Category: Sad
- Views: 8
Offline)
Comments2
May this, your cleaning water, be drawn at last from His living fountain dearest one.
May your wounds be healed and never happen again.
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.