From the corner of My room
I thought a deep thought
Why did I leave the love of my life?
Even if my blood ripens like wine
Will it bring back the one who loved Me
I could see My life flashing like a dream
Everything is now clear in My heart
The thorn that I grew struck her heart
I was wrong... or was I dreaming
How did I spill her blood!!!
The blood that only she could see
The pain that only she could feel
But a throng of grips held My heart..
Like the the grip of death
How will I take her back??
My hollow heart had scared her away
Choosing the path under My bare feet was pain
Now that I lost the love, the pain is drowning me once once more
Will she ever come back
Will her heart ever bleed for me again?
That is the only question which haunts me
Day and Night............
The thorn that he grew struck my heart...
ReplyDeleteI'm so sorry My friend.. but we share the sae path... You always do inspire me... I bore the thorns too... or rather a she
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ReplyDeletehehehehe bro chu leh
ReplyDeleteWow! Grief itself is a medicine! Freud himself would love this poem!
ReplyDeleteMaisek.... grief is the key and a nmedicine for a goth :)
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