Sorrow Poem by Malan Tyril

My line
of burning desire
with hope has lost it's flame
My line has been cut
as if it was mine blood vain
to hold everyone´s pain

Like a rose
in desperate need for water
I am dry
my hands
have no hopes
no where to reach
I cry
salty bleeding tears
on my cheek bones

Now I must begin
again
I must
put together
every single sand dust
I must
build the strongest window
and learn to watch mine lost

Leave,
like you never did
I must admit
Time has had a taste of bitter vine
and its color has lost its beauty
and with a bitter taste in my mouth
precious time is lost

I loved you must dearly
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