What does it take to smile with a ripped out soul?
With no directions, where should I bring this empty, lonesome feeling?
With no purpose, why should I keep on loving?
You don't need me anymore, that's the reason you left...
Then why are the stars still there filling your nights?
Because everytime I miss you, I thought that it would fall to you...
For I know that everything there must come a last,
You're still dazzling as days come to past,
Even so, as angelic as you are,
Wishes just don't go so far,
Only as hopes gone missing by tomorrow,
As my one wish is for you to not go.
Oh, my splendid angel, once trying to be free,
Up above the clouds and fly away with me,
Your tears were cold and wet falling down on my face,
Yet you're now lost without a trace,
Your wings lost feathers, and the pain won't stop,
I'm here for you, your only teardrop.
1 comment:
beautiful..ive always believed that a beautiful poem is something that's written with pain. anyway i know im just a lonesome stranger but i just wanted to let you know ur not alone in this.u keep writing bout ur pain..bout her..so i just wntd to tell u i do that too haha so er that u wn't feel ur the only weird emo 1 not that im saying u are haha okayyyy mmff byebye (:
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