As I open my eyes and I cry,
Im all alone in my quit room,
My words are a whisper from the past,
My arms are empty because of her,
Everyone can kiss my but,
My heart is empty and now im starting to feel the tears form upon my cheeks I still wait upon the dead,
So that I can have her kisses,
I wait for her return home so that im no alone,
But 1 thing is that it’s hard loving a memory,
Loving a memory is allot easier than hating a memory,
I live my cousin’s memory with all my heart,
Everyone should know she is why my life has start,
She was and still is a very important girl at least she is in my world
great write gary.....can feel your love in the lines...thanks for sharing..............
But 1 thing is that it’s hard loving a memory, Loving a memory is allot easier than hating a memory, i love these lines, so true, love the memories of the ones you lost, it makes it easier to cope with the pain
even though it was a sad message the emotion put into it, really achieved a great poem nice :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow Gary...so much pain in this one...well written...thanks for sharing....