Take my hand
I'm slowly falling,
Promised land?
No longer calling
Far away, the dreams are moaning,
Far away, my love is falling
Gone away, in early morning
God, I pray,
Can't keep on mourning
Sadness grips,
There is no dawning
From my eyes,
Tears are so storming,
What to do?
There's no returning
Back to where,
Love was once burning
Ashes smolder,
You grow colder
Sweet repose,
Come take me over
What to do,
When all love's over,
And you find
That nothing matters,
Once all dreams
Are gone and shattered!
And the Wind,
Is so much colder.
I hope this poem has no basis in your personal life because this poem is on fire with agony. Love falling apart is one of the most tragic experiences in a human's lifetime and takes a long time getting to the other side. 10+++++++ as a poem
Sandra, reality is cold but that's where we all should be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poetry is good therapy : -0 (Definitely)