Beautiful shades in those eyes,
But life must go on,
After i've waved my goodbyes.
This rainbow strap hurts my eyes,
But life has to go on
After i've waved my goodbyes.
Falling so perfectly,
So randomly,
So sporadically.
I seem to wave goodbye all too often these days
But i'm sure in later life
We'll find other ways.
A martyr to a work in progress.
An observer to the open congress.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sounds like you are hurting x poetry is great therapy x thanks for sharing yours xx