poetry

Beautiful，

i tried to save you but i couldnt.

you sink， and drown yourself in your own thoughts，

my hand is hanging on the edge of a cliff

for you to hold on，

yet， my palms only feel the cool breeze that blows through the dark canyons，

my tears fall just to be lost and it is not enough to water the dry land.

and i say again to myself，

Beautiful，

I tried to save you but i couldnt.