I
fainted on…
Tainted on the stains in all these pains
I only ran in the plains
Open meadows and all life was left to me worth nothing
But the simple air that was there for me to live.
Life failed me not once but twice
It was like all this was nothing close to grace and peace
That god gave me though that was nothing I had
It all was bad
I sulked times and times again
Wasting all the dimes that were left on my bed
For all was done and said.
And none of this was painted in a color I loved
…Which is Purple and Black?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hmmm sweet poem is this one