She has turned her face away,
she has made a choice.
I have not a word to say,
I'm speechless without voice.
Souls are torn apart my miles,
now by more so many.
Bathing all my face in tears,
a price paid not for sinning.
Weakness and so sickly bound,
darkness for my dreams.
She has turned her face away,
so she cant hear my screams...
Souls are torn apart my miles, now by more so many. Weakness and so sickly bound, darkness for my dreams. good lines bud. I like this one. Becca
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I would like to translate this poem
ooohhh....I really like this one....lovely touches of a grieving heart