And my hearts squeezed tight inside,
This lonely life will be my bride,
These feelings I can no longer hide,
Is this how it could to be?
Broken Flowers on the floor,
This life I no longer adore,
I know I've had this dream before,
And is this how it should be?
My life flashes before my eyes, and this is just another day,
And my brain I must apprise, there must be another way,
Living will be my demise as everyday I replay
i kinda understood that, *handclaps* :thumb: nice poem tho
I was a little confused by this poem. Was it you or the wife that died? Try to be more clear when trying to make the reader think.
there is no wife. the poem is about loneliness
Originally Posted by Kasai
"this lonely life will be my bride"