The Sorrowful Song
Tonightthe dark lights
are blinding
the way you smiled
was astonishing
and the moment you disappeared
was unforgettable
I could start weeping
in a slow, sorrowful tone
But I'm only sleeping
on your tainted love's thorn.
I find it hard to express myself
even the greatest poets cannot
what am I supposed to do now?
there's something inside me entirely torn.
I wish I could kill you
because you were the reason I was weeping all along
hold you and thrill you
for tonight you are in my sorrowful song.
Poetry by Eva
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Written on 2008-11-22 at 22:23
Tags Pain  Love  Hurt 
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