She lays awake
all night
fighting memories
good and bad.
Pain breaking dawn
cut and injures
with the light.
Her plight is
always sadness,
a price she
has to pay,
for good love...
bad love...
sad and never had love,
she loses either way.
sad, simple and amazing. keep on writing. please read some of mine. :)
i just have one word to describe this poem Brilliant..! ! !
Love comes in many shades as you have vividly pointed out. Great delivery of these sad facts
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Simple but a nice poem
Thankyou, Arabella. for your kind remark x