Sewina
He was a sweet talking guy,
Sewina was his name,
Led a girl to his passion waters,
The thirst was all the same,
Cloaked in all his sadness,
Bursting within from shame,
The girl released his hold,
Without pushing further blame,
For he kept himself in torture,
And for that she could not remain.
Copyright © Mourning Mist | Year Posted 2011
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