Life.... When does it begin?
Oh contraire, monami when does it end?
Really fast or really slow?
Don't rightly know...
It's always some tragedy, like a frozen usher.
Band-Aid for a gusher?
Entranced as it seeps..
Engulfed in those who reap.
Never looking back, it seems.
What's tomorrow in store?
Another unfortunate score... I'm afraid, of what's next.
Sure, I've forgotten happiness.
Tired and raked.....
If anyone noticed my smile was faked..
Not surprised.. I'd say,
Grâce' Touche' Au revoir'
A world full to the brim of sorrows.
Whirlwinds of promise and pain.
I've no time for yet more dreadful morrows for,
Life gives the sourest lemons...
Est-ce que c'est vraiment important..... What I do with em?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem