A gray hair bloomed on his hair
A snowflake that soon became a snow rain
Youth's love you're losing my friend
A death has began its flirtatious game
Its caresses you every now and then
First the wrinkles
Then the pain
Youth's forgotten your name
All those things you did
Weight you down
But you raise your head
Only when you fall
You've fallen in love with death
YOU ARE READING
Poetry for the heartless and heartbroken
PoetryMy poetry dwells in the infinite sadness of the broken and the heartless.
