HOPELESS! ! !
I Just don't get it
Why every time am naked,
No one tries to save it.
Hiding my body desperately to be seen.
Trying my pain to be lean,
Maybe it's my fault am keen
But how can a person be seen,
Unless people are meen.
Am so hurted
My voice is melted,
From shouting save me,
From shouting heal me.
All bad come together,
What can I do
If my luck is not better.
Everything I wished turned into dust,
Everything I willed changed to rust.
It's powder in front of my eye,
It's rusted and no use of try.
Nothing will get better
And no love story ends with better.
MADE BY NADEEN OSAMA
POETRY NO: 6
04/03/2012
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem