This poem is a little deep and bladiebla. But I like it.
A award to Rammstein, making the song: Sonne, that's the song that made this poem.
The sun will come,
My mind is to foggy,
My pain is to clear,
My day's only seem to exist with rain,
Drowning me,
Muddy road come up my path,
And I have no place to shelter,
The nights are cold as ice,
Slowly my veins freeze,
The mornings are filled with hatred,
Burning life out of me,
I look in the mirror staring at a person I don't know,
Since when did my eye's went so cold,
I understand,
My light went out,
And without a inner light to burn,
There is no life to live,
That's why I'm waiting for the sun,
To rise and burn the pain,
My hope is as a broken flower,
Waiting,
For the sun,
So it can grow again,
Told ya it would be a lill blabiebla? Still I like it myself.
Again please tell what you think of it, that means the world to me!
Luvzzz Sue-AnneSparrow.