A broken heart is like a sun in a foggy day...
it is there... but dwelling in the memories of yesterday...
I am looking forward to a miracle that can happen
perhaps you can come back and stay...
perhaps God will respond if I pray...
perhaps I can get the courage to say...
please save me babe...
I am dying...I am dying...
where is your white world? ? ? ?
I hate the black
I hate the gray...
May 26,2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem is well written and precise. triste