She sits there in her bedroom,
black hair hanging over her face,
she's crying, she's grieving, she thinks life is decieving,
her tears are the touch of lace.
She crys there every night,
her sorrows she holds down,
she doesn't believe in happiness,
she only believes in a frown.
'Why am I still here? ' she asks herself,
every single night,
she's down, she's blue, she hate to be new,
she feels she's lost the fight.
Hey, you write like me from your heart. Poetry comes naturally to you. It could have been awesome sonnet if you had add last two lines with an optimistic note.
what a sad story and a sad girl i love this kind of poems keep it up
A poem highly expressive of pensive mood of the poetess with finer touches of poetic artistry. But there another aspect of life moe positive and inspiring.
Sweetheart don't take offence but this poem is terribly self-indulgent. You have much to live for so be thankful for the previlege. Be nice to yourself, Jez
Very good Amie- Lee, I enjoy reading all your poems, you are very good poet, good Job a job well done! ! love from Melladee Fae (Em) English! :)
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I would like to translate this poem
good poem! ! ive been down tht dark path... and its hard to get out of... hope u find a way... good write =] peace ox. ♥ Kaila