Poetry

I cried for love
It's as delicate as a dove
But it makes my heart break
I have made so many mistakes
Now my heart is filled with hate
My heart is full of sorrow
Will not live on till tommorrow
For I am Dying
I cannot live with all this pain
I keep drowning in this sorrow
I keep crying
But my tears keep flowing inside of me
I just flow in this dead sea
Nothing else is there but me and my tears