You smile as I cry,
Death why have I?
please just take me,
I can't handle your boney smile
put your scythe to my throat,
please cut out the regret,
find my soul,
as It has been lost,
perhaps in death,
your boney smile shall be
this moths flame,
please just remeber,
all crimson was,
the words I've uttered,
and the words I have lost...
within this Crimson pain.
Dark with a story to it. I completely adored this one and you needn't worry, your legacy will defenitly go on
I like this poem very much, , you written it so well and a good poem, ! ! ! ! ! ! !
I like this poem very much, , you written it so well and a good poem, ! ! ! ! ! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Agony of losing is someone is portrayed by the poetess in her usual and casual fashion. For her writing such poems with deep insight is as easy strawberry ice-cream. 'You smile as I cry, Death why have I? ' Yet again the craft at best Crimson is shining with her powerful poetry. Well done dear poetess. You again won a garland of wreath. Take it and Enjoy it. Have a smashing day.ha! ha! ha! :) :) :)