[Kenly]

So, I tend to write poetry when I'm in the dumps. I haven't written anything in a long time. That's how I know things have gotten really bad. I can't write, I can't draw... It takes me forever to pixel, even.
But, I got this out!

When It’s Time

The heart wants
What the heart wants
And the soul
Mourns the loss.

The body breaks,
The mind dies,
The eyes pay
The price.

Weeping a river
Crying the sea.
Makes no difference
In the end.

Seasons change with time
Loved ones come and go.
The pain is always raw
No matter the means to the end.

T.L.H. 5.27.11