Dear, thee late
Thou let me be
Don’t break mine fate
Leave this night fantasy
Hear my voice
See my tears
Listen to choirs,
That song of my fears
Hear my prayer
Thee slain the dreamer
Stay with me for a fight
Between darkness and light
You left me to fight
With my fear
Alone in the night
Abandoned me my dear
Leave my love bleeding
Under swaying blade
That lust was fleeting
Behind hell’s gate
Stab the heart with a sword
Give me a final kiss
Left me no word
That would be my peace
Then left nothing to say
Feel my pain
Leave me or stay
And you’ll know what you gain
No time to fight
All vanished in the night
There is no part
For poor broken heart
“If you’ve read this you’ll understand how it’s hurt – to have a broken heart, hope and … love. What means to loose last fight for life and love…”
January 2009
Linlin's Poetry 