Evanescence

                    

SAD POEMS

Poèmes et musique tout simplement sublimes. Douleur d'un chien que l'on abandonne, d'un amour non payé de retour, incapacité à accepter les injustices du monde.....Ces douleurs transcendent toutes les souffrances imaginables réunies.

How a Waiting Dog Dies

by Chris Gross

A dog sits waiting in the cold autumn sun,
Too faithful to leave, too frightened to run.
He's been here for days now, with nothing to do,
But sit by the road, waiting for you.
He can't understand why you left him that day.
He thought you and he were stopping to play.
He's sure you'll be back, and that's why he stays.
How long will he suffer? How many more days?
His legs have grown weak, his throat's parched and dry, He's sick now from hunger and falls, with a sigh.
He lays down his head and closes his eyes,
I wish you could see how a waiting dog dies.

Snow White Dove

by Tammie

On the wings of a snow white dove
she flies to the heavens above
she tried to tell them things were wrong
but her words fell on deaf ears all along
no one heard her fears or her cries
no one will care or miss her when she dies
for no one was there when she was scared
and for her no one ever really cared
the result of a one night stand is she
she wasn't wanted yet was never free
from the people who could never see
who she was or who she could be
and now they will never know
of all the love she had to show
because on this night she says goodbye
because of them she has no will to try
so she will now say goodbye
with a smile off she'll fly
on the wings of a snow white dove
she flies to the heavens above

I Died For Love

In a place I did dwell,

I met a boy I loved so well.

He stole my heart from me,

And now he wants to set it free.

I even know the reason why,

Another girl prettier than I.

I went home that night and laid on my bed,

A thousand thought went thru my head.

My mother came home late that night,

And searched my room from left to right.

Behind the bedroom door she broke,

She found me hanging from a rope,

In my pocket was a note:

"Dig a hole, dig it deep

Marble in stone from head to feet

On that stone place a dove

To show the world I died for love."

My immortal

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