I am a Note, a note that is dieing,
My maker, she wont stop crying.
She writes me over and over,
And all she keeps doing is lieing.
She lies to his face,
It brakes her embrace.
All she wants to do is run,
All she wants to do is race.
Her head aches,
He sees the tears.
Her heart brakes,
And thats what he fears.
She makes her self smile,
He says 'Havent seen that for a while! ! '
She just nods her head then turns for the door,
Looks like she could go for miles...
the shades or rather the the highs and lows (notes) of love...well orchestrated
''She lies to his face, It brakes her embrace. All she wants to do is run, All she wants to do is race.'' wonderful poem, I feel i can understand you...10 from me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
HAD TO GIVE GUITAR, GOODBYE, N THIS 1 ALL 10S..PLEASE FIND THE TIME TO VOTE ON MINE, EVEN IF YOU DONT FIND THE TIME TO READ EM ALL STILL VOTE WITH HONEST 3 10S, MY NEW POETIC FRIEND...I HAVE 6 NEWEST 1S, MY LATEST IS EMBERS, N A FIRE, ABLAZE..PLEASE SEND ME YOUR COMMENTS N INVITES