True Tears (Part 4) Poem by Stephan van Pinksteren

In a world I don't know,
You are not bound by any chains.
Smiling like a flower,
Wavering in the wind.

I always believed,
She was suffering.
Wearing that sad face.
And if I were the one to help her,

However I found out,
She had another guy she liked.
Can I give up,
Right now I don't know.

The white snow which the angel brought down.
Turned into a black mass, it started to pile up.
Onto the cracked earth and the dirty lake,
The shadows piled and piled up.

It became a wast expense of dark land,
Everywhere, everywhere was black.