As the wind softly blows
I always think of you
Your long brown hair
Smelled like the morning dew
Your gorgeous hazel eyes
Could put me in a daze
You've been dead now
For 7 years and so many days
I think about you more
As time passes by
When I think about you though,
I always start to cry
I try to hold it in
But the tears stream down my face
I try to hide the tears
For I think I'm a disgrace
I'll keep you out of mind
So I don't burst down in tears
I'll try to wear a smile
I've made it through 7 years
i think it's great that you have been able to write about your grief very powerful x x
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The pathos you invoke... Can't imagine anyone reading this and not hurting. Nice work.