Waiting for the one to find him,
Who will pick the briar's blossoming flowers,
And frame his pale, handsome face
Made true by the beauteous blossoms
Lying alone, lost, under a wasted tree...
Submitted:Apr 18, 2012 Reads: 8 Comments: 2 Likes: 1
Poetry, Poem, Life, Death, Pain, Sad, About, Heart, Hurt, Depression, Romance, Hope, Hate, Sadness, Dark, Lost, Loss, Girl, My, God, You, Suicide, Alone, Broken, Fear, Me, Nature, Time, Friendship, Friends, Family, Tears, Dream, Dreams, Anger