Here's a poem I wrote.
Tears dropped down the window,
Took over the shattered glass ahead,
Soulless shadows reflected from my lifeless eyes,
Deafening pounds continued as I sat, rigid,
Flashbacks to the enjoyment she presented,
The glow let off from her warm-blooded body.
Flowers bloomed in her existence,
And animals transposed to the tropical fields.
The thoughts ran through my head of how she blessed the helpless personalities
Behind her,
Now I’m sat all alone,
Trying to find the light in my life,
Endlessly searching for those flowers, creatures, fields.
But now, hope is all gone.
As the tears drop down the window.
Tears dropped down the window,
Took over the shattered glass ahead,
Soulless shadows reflected from my lifeless eyes,
Deafening pounds continued as I sat, rigid,
Flashbacks to the enjoyment she presented,
The glow let off from her warm-blooded body.
Flowers bloomed in her existence,
And animals transposed to the tropical fields.
The thoughts ran through my head of how she blessed the helpless personalities
Behind her,
Now I’m sat all alone,
Trying to find the light in my life,
Endlessly searching for those flowers, creatures, fields.
But now, hope is all gone.
As the tears drop down the window.
I know it's not great, it's one of my first.
There are many different ways of interpreting it but I'd like to see if anyone gets the actual answer.
Don't expect this to get much attention but read it carefully and post your ideas down below.
Peace,
Twinight.
There are many different ways of interpreting it but I'd like to see if anyone gets the actual answer.
Don't expect this to get much attention but read it carefully and post your ideas down below.
Peace,
Twinight.
