When will i stop pouring lines of broken heart poems?
When will i be free from this foe?
When will i know love for love?
When will my love be reciprocated?
When will i like other's be of good cheers in love?
many i've desired for love but none has ever for my love embraced.
I'm like one tree in a desert.
In the world of many yet Lonelines have me his bed mate.
Everyday i look at many beauty faces,
they make my desire spreads like an oak tree,
and my feelings flow like stream.
The cold evening wind whispers me sardonic,
When the night is dark and still am held in the quiet, in loneliness arm.
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 5:13 AM UTC
When will i stop pouring lines of broken heart poems?
When will i be free from this foe?
When will i know love for love?
When will my love be reciprocated?
When will i like other's be of good cheers in love?
many i've desired for love but none has ever for my love embraced.
I'm like one tree in a desert.
In the world of many yet Lonelines have me his bed mate.
Everyday i look at many beauty faces,
they make my desire spreads like an oak tree,
and my feelings flow like stream.
The cold evening wind whispers me sardonic,
When the night is dark and still am held in the quiet, in loneliness arm.
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