walking these lonely street's in search of love, haven't seen light for miles ever since i turned off of suffering onto pain. around these part of the world you will not find anyone shedding tears for the ones they've lost. i continue my walk down unto pain and as i look up, what appears, a tear drop hits my face, at that moment all i felted was the greatest sorrow. as the tear drops begin hitting the ground beneath my feet, the tearful souls begin to raise, all i hear is the screening voices of those who have been lost in these very street's as i am now. the tearful drops of these lost soul's begin raising even higher taking me to unknown heights and out of nowhere a light appears, the voices speaking i hear more clearly now saying the only place i can find love and peace is far beneath these dark cold lonely tears of water called suffering and pain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
omggg ~ ilove this (: . great minds think alike. LOL