Droplets of hope and pain
Slowly trickle, one by one, down
The cheek of a dame
With her thoughts breaking her crown
Drip, drop, drip, her tears go
And seep into his sweater
Was there any way to know
How to keep forever?
Crushed, destroyed, her senses are
As her tears dry up
But still remains a scar
Her soul is damaged, no matter how tough
Her arms, she tried to reach
With all her might
But he stayed out of reach
And now nothing feels right
Droplets of grief and loss
Consume her as he descends
Into the ground with the green and moss
Daddy is gone
Her crown shall never mend
June 3rd,2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem