between cold days
and cloudy skies
rests a subtle pulse
as my heart cries
because each excuse
and all your lies
has broken me
and broken ties
of you and me
and me and you
its been so long
since we've been through
so what is left for a boy to do?
but hope for tomorrow
in a life without you
and as the days expire
the tears cease with tire
because my soul has run dry
yet i need not wonder why
i have discovered a strength
lost long ago
to express myself
but youll never know
it seems like forever
since i said i had to go
and the boy that once flew
has now fallen below
left to stumble over the pieces
of a heart once shattered
beacause it was This genuine boy
whom to you never mattered
and as i find each shard
though fractured and battered
im left with a simple choice
to do whats Right
to find every piece
and continue the fight
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this one should be a song it flows like one