While Cobain's death is still a mystery
Leaving mists and specks to be figured out
Leaving his passion, his life behind
Leaving me a gift that I've held on for sometime
The same one that made me what I am
The same one that taught me how to define
The same one that left space for maturity
And trees of creativity in me
As morbid as I may seem
As funny as I might be pictured as
As whatever I'm not as a person
Is where my weakness lies
Is where they still linger
A place where I sit and cry
Is where I ponder about life
Thinking about what it had, has and will offer me...
I'm still waiting for days' glow
Should plough the thoughts that I sow
Can't have every bell and whistle to offer
Can't think of another line to whisper...
This is absolutely amazing. One thing though, I am doing a poetry project for my high school english class and wanted to use this but i need your real name to give credit to! i'd really appriciate it if i got it before the 5th. plenty of time. woot! alright. thanks again. awesome poem -kristin
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'I'm still waiting for days' glow Should plough the thoughts that I sow Can't have every bell and whistle to offer Can't think of another line to whisper... ' Amazing lines.... Well done Anjana