Came across a beautiful poem and wish to share. By the time I finished reading the last two lines, I felt pain in my heart, and couldn't hold my tears anymore.
|
She sits by a window and waits.This is her routine every single day.She never confronts the truthBecause she knows how much it'd hurt.The truth is too hard to bearAnd she thinks nobody caresBut she doesn't know that I'm always hereWatching her cry and wishing I could be there.She's afraid to hear what ISAnd more afraid to forget.I wish I could be there to comfort herAnd to hold her in my arms once again.Because the truth that really hurts...Is the reality that I am gone. | |
|
No comments:
Post a Comment