Suppose we were we,
and now the skys bleeds.
Our pain and our tears,
until it cleared.
Puddles of love
fallen from above.
Crashing like rain,
feeling the pain.
A knife threw tha heart
breaking a part.
Falling over itself,
down and down, deep under the ground.
Running from you,
because you threw,
this life of mine.
Down the drain just to watch me in pain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
whoa so much pain Colton....hope the rains of mercy shower on you and wash thy pain away :) lovely write once again :))