My Argentina,
How lovely you can be.
You are a wonderful flower-
That blooms forever.
My Argentina,
I beg to have your smile.
You look like an angel,
Wearing a majestic dress.
My Argentina,
When will I see you again?
I am sad without you,
I need a warm embrace from you.
My Argentina,
I almost died.
When I saw you in that majestic dress,
Sleeping forever in that cursed coffin.
-roseesesch
YOU ARE READING
Broken
PoetryThis poem is written by my thoughts, past and heartbreaks. This is where I put all the bleeding words in my head. A broken poem from a broken pen. And this poem is not just for me. I also write to rescue those dying hearts. I write for those who can...
