This is my first Jane Eyre fanfic so please review!!!
I lay on vast desert plains,
Starved, wasted,
When you brought sweet, pure water to my parched lips,
I drank for such a bitterly sweet, short time,
And then you deserted me, oh angelic water bearer,
And it was due to my own foolish errors,
It left me desolate,
broken,
wasted.
I lie now in the scorching midday sun,
Every heartbeat shatters against my ribs,
I await the deathly sunset,
So it can put an end to my agonising thirst for your sweet, pure water.