I knew I don't know the words I should utter,
So I took the seat definitely far from her...
The post came that morning;
my mom sat at the kitchen table...
In the poring rain
on the cold cobbles of the street...
Standing at the foot of his bed, where she use to...
Staring at the indentation, he starts to weep...
Not a poem but how i am feeling at the moment.
First thanksgiving without you here then it will...
The veins inside me become but dust.
Dead end, the heart machine is broken, shaded with...
My eyes are misty with unshed tears,
Cringing from the pain of not feeling you near...
A lovely darkness spreads crossed frozen earth
it's a peaceful night in the sounds of nothing...
Althrough my life I worked
Entertained people with all my heart...
Sleepless nights,
Endless sighs...
As I sat there in English class, I
stared at the girl next to me...
One day a man will come to see,
What's in my heart and try to feel...