She lays awake
all night
fighting memories
good and bad.
Pain breaking dawn
cut and injures
with the light.
Her plight is
always sadness,
a price she
has to pay,
for good love...
bad love...
sad and never had love,
she loses either way.
i just have one word to describe this poem Brilliant..! ! !
Love comes in many shades as you have vividly pointed out. Great delivery of these sad facts
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Simple but a nice poem
Thankyou, Arabella. for your kind remark x