Last night I cried a thousand tears,
Today I'm sure I'll cry a thousand more,
And tomorrow won't be any different.
I can't help but to think of you,
As your image invades my thoughts.
And again the tears begin to fall.
I believe that death is the easy part of life;
It's the living part that is hard,
And living without you is the hardest.
Everyday my mind gets bombarded
With thoughts of why it was you.
I wish that it was me. Then again,
I would hate for you to feel this pain.
Last night I cried a thousand tears,
Today I'm sure I'll cry a thousand more;
And tomorrow won't be any different.
Sitting here wishing that I had just one,
Just one more day here with you.
But instead I'm sitting here crying,
Crying these mournful tears.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poetry felt from the depth of the heart! Beautiful!