I take my solace in words,
each one a tear that no one will ever see,
my heart stretches and shrinks,
but you’d never hear from me,
Each time my tone drops,
or a smiles lost upon my face,
i turn to words,
so my grief cant leave a trace,
When i write it all seems so simple,
the world,
you,
and me,
My problems seem so small,
they pass with the next day,
untill i stop.
And the words cant last me out the day
- The Black Rose
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well written piece that finds sympathy in me..thank you...