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