My Tomorrows

Photo by Resarse F

Spellbinding moments turn into graveyards,

Turn into castles,

Turn into stones.

Why is this story still going backwards?

Did I lose hope?

Did I end up alone?

I loved and I lost you in the deep waters.

The hills echoed screams,

But not the sorrow.

If I had one piece of soul to barter,

I would give it up.

Take all my tomorrows.

-Jackie