Her wings are torn so she cannot fly,
a broken angel with a silent cry,
noone to hear indeciepherable weeps,
as unseen tears find no rewards to reap.
while in the dark hours its his touch she'll miss,
and the sound of his breath on the midnight mist,
the beat of his heart where she rested her head,
and the comfort of love as it warmed her bed.
she wouldn't cage love so she set him free,
held the door wide open so he could flee,
smiled, as he bent for the final kiss,
aware it was sealing her loves dismiss,
her hearts catching teardrops as they fall from her eyes,
and her soul feels so heavy that her spirit has died,
Her knees drawn tight as she rocks in a ball,
expecting no comfort from noone at all,
her burden feels heavy, its hard just to breath,
as she quietly prays that the pain will relieve,
her heart has been shattered, its strewn on the floor,
shes not quite aware of its use anymore,
she ponders the words that were left in his wake,
though shes not sure how much self infliction she'll take,
she struggles to stand, wiping tears from her eyes,
grateful that noone has heard her souls cries,
so she straightens her back and her wings fold away,
as she puts on the smile that she'll use for today.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poetry and good rhyme.