God,
Why break the heart where you reside?
This heart is in pieces,
God, why blow the wind on it?
I have been drowning in sorrows,
God, why pour the pain on me?
YOU ARE READING
Sad poet's mad poetry
PoetryMy eyes don't talk chico So I write poetry in hopes of being heard.
God, why?
God,
Why break the heart where you reside?
This heart is in pieces,
God, why blow the wind on it?
I have been drowning in sorrows,
God, why pour the pain on me?
