Rains led to a short poem
Some pages became moist
Drops were felt by the heart
His heart watched in disdain
Because the cure was the pain
Rains led to a short poem
Some pages became moist
Drops were felt by the heart
His heart watched in disdain
Because the cure was the pain
I was thirsty, and a sea offered help
I don’t need salt on the wounds……
Looking at me from the cliff of life
Why do you still stare at my rise
It was the black choice you made
Created a deep hole in my soul.
I keep getting reasons to smile
Desires of going the long miles
But when the movement begins
Appears a black hole in my soul.
As I made my plans to move on
Filling the hole with my reasons
The hole disappeared for a while
Then the body turned into a hole.
I can still see someone on the cliff
Looking at every inch of my soul
Please don’t care about anything
‘Coj you are the one who dug it.
©4yearoldadult
I knew it all in my heart
All I wanted is a fresh start
But they didn’t listen to me
I became a board of dart
The strikes still hurt my core
My pain coming to the fore
©4yearoldadult
Times never heals anything technically, we move on because we do not have a choice
©4yearoldadult