My Story

Part 1

Hoping for brights of a better tomorrow
Sulken, sunk, O kissing the brow of clouds
Trapped in my heart, lies a man of sorrow
Whom speaks vibrant of angels toungue
Each and every day till the last breath
Even then he breaths within my tears
For he sleeps an angel, not of death
And as the stars will continue to shape,
Singing of purity, though surpassing heaven
They mend a childs weeping heart
Of the innocense that pleads the age of seven...
4/7/13 ~ Erwin Jung