I am a sufferer,
suffering love.
crying with pain
remembering the past.
How many nights in the open
looking at the starry sky.
hearing the noise of the wind
close together, holding each other.
After you left,
my life is only suffering.
nobody else saw me,
I just want to die.
I closed myself as wall
I locked myself in my room.
lost in the dark,
great is my suffering.
Suffer for losing you,
Suffer for loving,
I suffer not see you,
I suffer not touch you.
It is impossible to live
without your caresses.
I just want to know you,
pros around my arms.
Back my love,
my sweet passion.
will ease the pain
this poor heart.
this poetry was based
the life of a young
this dying so much love
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this poem demonstrate how to be devil in love ...
ResponderEliminarThanks for the comment ...Maybe not ...Love is not always made of flowers ... there is also the thorns ...
ResponderEliminarIt is very sad i am sorry :awww:
ResponderEliminarThanks ... Friend .... really really sad ... perhaps the wounds that were opened by the disappointments in love ...
ResponderEliminaren amour comme il y a des de la reussite et les satisfactions kl y a les échecs et les décéptions ...
ResponderEliminarEn amour, il ya le succès et l'échec
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