Lying on the cold cement
Red surrounding me
Spots in front of my eyes
I think
About what we did
And the cards you read
'Fool.'
'Death.'
'Devil.'
Fool for beleive
Death for acheiving
Hell for knowing you.
How much I kept from you
That I now wish I told
Now that I only have a few,
I will tell what I cannot hold.
You made me sad
You made me cry
You made me hurt
And now, you are making me die.
Myseterious
Furious
Depressed
So I repressed.
You hurt me
And now I must die
And in my last moments
I admit, I lie.
I love you.
Goodbye.
it was really good i was a little confused but im getting as i read it over and over and i really liked it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow. I love your rhyme scheme and just how you used repeating of vowels and constantants to express the pain in you. Awesome Job! ! ! !