A broken heart is like a sun in a foggy day...
it is there... but dwelling in the memories of yesterday...
I am looking forward to a miracle that can happen
perhaps you can come back and stay...
perhaps God will respond if I pray...
perhaps I can get the courage to say...
please save me babe...
I am dying...I am dying...
where is your white world? ? ? ?
I hate the black
I hate the gray...
May 26,2008
Wael Karameh
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/broken-heart-84/
