Shining happiness is what you see
Across the plains,
the lands of thee.
Mistaken words
of stabbing sorrow,
arrowed shafts remain in my heart,
with every beat
a pulse of pain
with all my heart
I yearn for sleep,
an endless sanctuary
for everyday pain
too hurtful for
anyone to endure.
In my heart I know for sure
I'm better off in death's arms
but that of what my friends, I don't know
what they'll do,
what they'll say,
what they'll think.
I can only imagine and hope for love
that when I'm gone they'll mourn,
only hope I've made a difference
in that they'll miss me
and not pass my death
with reckless regard.
But just so long as mi amor shall stay,
I promise that I can endure
just another day,
just for her.
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My Poems
ŞiirPoems I've written when the muse strikes~ All these poems are original, and an expression of how I felt at the moment. Quite a few of these are old, and many were posted on Gaia on my account.
