For death I am pining
I want to be free
my light has stopped shining
I have nothing left to be
watch the hands of the clock
see them creep by
my heart has its lock
to guard from this lie
I cant hear the song
the one of my life
I guess I was wrong
when I lost my knife
this scar I sewed shut
is now an open cut
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good 1...keep writing more..m lovin readin ur poems..: -)