Golden cavery of ruined shelter made a vocabulary of pain of love
and mine was not.
for it was tainted and defiled!
I failed and it was graved
I crumbled on my knees and wailed
I cried till my eyes were dried
and yet, I lied and said I'm alive
though, deep inside I know I have died
'And yet, I am willing to live and survive...'
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
Golden cavery of ruined shelter made a vocabulary of pain of love and mine was not. for it was tainted and defiled! I failed and it was graved I crumbled on my knees and wailed I cried till my eyes were dried and yet, I lied and said I'm alive though, deep inside I know I have died 'And yet, I am willing to live and survive...'