Martine Meyer
Broken
Wish you were here...
helping me breathing
taking my hand
to guide me through this cold life!
I always stand here
and look to the horizon.
maybe anytime I will see you...
I'm nearly broken
my heart is more black than red.
the only thing that thights it together
is my longing for you...
I'm nearly broken
my life is more dark than bright.
the only thing that tights it together
is my longing for you...
Wish you were here...
helping me breathing
taking my hand
to guide me through this cold life.
But how long can I stand here
without thinking 'bout jumping down this cliff?
Hello!
I wrote this poem some time ago.
Yesterday I found it again and I noticed that I really like it^^
Have fun with it!
Yours TynyAuthors comment
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Published on e-Stories.org on 05/02/2006.