This little white room
I used to call home
is now demolished from fire and snow
I cried a lot
But my sorrow is through
I am now okay
no need to break through
Dosnt your heart hurt
When you see a place in a shadow or very big heap
I made my heart suffer
And tried with all my might
That I might be saved in God's eyes...
Sudenlly I was happy that my little white room is gone now
The sorrow has departed
I am now living in a big house
Gods house
He is very happy that made it through the ash
That litttle world was my little white room
That i know realize was black
It is now in ashes... stil oh so cruel
It makes a big scene when there really is no need
The little white room is gone
but that is the way i like it
If you didnt understand what it meant.. it was talking about how someone was dying.. and how they thought that the world was there true hime, and how she made it throgh the "ash" (as in bad influences; she made iit to heaven) and how the worl was really a dark place. And she likes it that way. :)
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Forget me Not
PoetrySome short little free verse poems about Love, anger, sadness, and cojuring evil.