and there it was
with its pale light
staring sadly
at the black night
and there I was
crying alone in his arms
not wanting him to see me cry
and feeling protected in his arms
but then he left and I was again
alone and lost...in my internal fight.
I like it. Being alone, and losing someone is something everyone has to go through. Maybe next time he'll stay :) ~Linley~
You left a comeent on one of my poems so i thought id return the favour. Thats a great poem. The internal fights are the hardest fights. But when you win them, you feel a sense of achievement...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It shows my sadness for him everyday when he left me, getting ready for summer! These are my true feelings! Lilly