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, Love, Heart, Hurt, Depression, Romance, Hope, Hate, Sadness, Dark, Lost, Loss, My, Girl, God, You, Alone, Suicide, Broken, Me, Fear, Time, Nature, Friendship, Friends, Anger, Tears, Dreams