thoughts of you running through my mind
confusion clouds my thinking
thoughts of deception are attacking
suicide keeps ringing in my head
i feel alone
lonelyness wraps its self around me
i keep seeing this question
how long will it take for me to get the answer
it seems as if you've played with my emotins
i wish for things to be clear
all my visions are fuzzy
the sun in my life has gone
you have killed the person that i am
I love this poem........friends can be exactly the same, as I found out just today.
Some lovers like murderers. And some like saints. But sometimes saints become murderers And murderers become saints Yonela I see the frustration in your fine poem which accompanies on this journey?
A very disheartening poem Yonela. I like it on a personal note..... Laters.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
love is pain and pleasure............treasure it.