Oh Father from above
She's tired of crying'
She's tired of trying
Please pave those worries
So she could continue her life.
Wipe thy tears of sorrow
Hold thy faith for tomorrow
Cause she's been hit by an arrow
That neither did she know how to undo.
She stuggled enough
She cried too tough
Tryna get her luck
But her fortune's been locked.
Let her enjoy the comfy of life
Let her live like a loosestrifes
And can never cut a dozen knife
That continously blooms in without lies.
She didn't ask anything, but a strong hope and light to brighten her darkest night.
YOU ARE READING
Her Tears are Poetries
PoetryPain changes someone's out-breathing. Instead of telling, she kept her pain through poetries. She let her tears into words as agonies bled blood in her soul.
