Tears that flow down a river
Those tears that scream to be free
Now left me so hollow inside
Nothing but my cold soul
That lingers in me
Crying for peace
Silently she weeps
Wishing to be free
Tears are easy to let go
But what about my soul?
Will I be a hollow shell?
Will I not feel pain?
Can I do it?
Can She who is me, be free?
Let me try
Let me try to be free
I pick my father's gun and pointed in my heart
As I pulled the trigger
I think about my mom
Bye, my mother
Pain was shooting from my heart
And I watched my soul take fly
Bye, my soul
Bye, for me
Sometimes we bite off more than we can chew and ending like this is akin to pointing the gun at all the people you love Tears of sorrrow, but you compel me to read more uavanice xmas regards
What sorrow displayed in your diction. Brings out the sincere you.
If you are too much brooding about sorrow, you will attract more and more of it, at least in poetry.I don't know you are writing these for poetic sake or you feel happy to be sorrow. Any case, it's all mind that makes all these plays. Be watchful!
It's what I'm thinking about now...suicide...I wish it was so easy....beautyfull poem...
i really liked this poem it was a beautiful poem i loved it keep writing millions of more :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
powerful poem..i really liked it