"Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted."- Percy Bysshe Shelley
Ones heart comes growing tired and cold
For all the love lost it has come to bare
All lies and broken promises that been told
Truth has been lost there is no care
For the one I thought to be the love of mine
Came into ones life just to let me down
I really thought this was true love one of a kind
My smile has now fled and turned to frown
How is it once in love come to be
Now lost no longer around to be found
Happiness now turns to pain in me
Emptiness is left in thy heart with no sound
Yet I keep myself together to make it through
With hope my love to come to be one day
While searching through rocks I may find my jewel
My heart shall beat once more yes it may
Written By: Gregorio A.”Guardian7Angel” L. Perales
Like this:
Like Loading...
Related