Tears of God

Custom User Avatar
More by this author
poisoned roses,
covered in thorns.
cold dead noses,
everyone's sad and forlorn.
dead pressed flowers,
mingle with lost souls.
While everyone cowers,
the sky's tears so beautiful.
the sun is setting,
the moon rises high.
i'm quietly letting,
all the tears fly.
the stars shine,
in the darkness of the night.
trying to make it fine,
trying to make things right.
and when the sun does rise,
early in the morning hours.
you can hear God's cries,
over the dying flowers.
the poisoned roses,
covered in thorns.
cold dead noses,
everyone's sad... and forlorn.





Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

bRealTime banner ad on the left side
Site Feedback