Though time may pass,
many secrets still remain.
She tries to bury them deep
but a guilt so strong
always pulls them to the surface.
A dark illusion
whispered to her lonely heart,
a simple fall over the edge
would drown her sadness in the river,
as her soul would then become
stolen dust on the silver moon.
Her lonely mind so close to the edge,
just a girl lost inside a sea storm,
with velvet wings seeking flight
in the gusts of stormy winds.
