This life I have been living now slowly starts to end and as these days race by like moments I'm losing something That I doubt I ever had I always thought there was escape in trying not to care but I found it didn't work at least I do not have to show as I've forgotten how to cry And it never happens often only twice or thrice a day that those tears never released find their way to me And tell me of the things still missing Somehow they shroud my vision So even if to no one else I will report of all my grief To you it won't be different As you do not know who I am The mask or just it's wearer Sending all that you receiveBirth sign: Capricorn
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