Ophelia
Category: Creative Writing
Through the woods a girl came sadly.
Something broken in her chest.
She would dared to love another.
Alus, no better than the rest.
Up my path a girl came sadly.
Something opened up my doors.
I longed to stop her bleeding heart.
So I drew her to my shores.
Those you trust will hurt you badly.
Something now I’m sure you see.
Drown your tears into me my dear.
As you drown, my dear, in me.
Supported by Brandon Badger