I am not the sunshine you seek

nor am I the morning dew of infant hopes.

I tend nothing to redeem the pain and hopelessness-

There are no lullabies my soul sings:

nor is the crimson hues for you;

But there is a storm inside me-

a forbidden story breathing in darkness

I am not the soft whisper of twilight-

nor am I the first kiss if sweet mischief-

There are no sound in the air that looms dead.

but I am the shaterred light of dreams-

I am the daughter if forsaken love

the girl  from depth of prussian shades

You cannot see the scars in me.

but you can feel the blood bleeding

black in you.

This poem is written by one of my friend Jupitora and I really loved it so I wanted to share it with guys hope you love it too. Please comment and votes.I really love to read your comments they motivate me a lot.😃😃

With love ,😘😘

Tasmiah