More poemsHappy?
Happiness is a stat of mind.
You can only se it if you are blind.
Blind to all the pain and sorrow we have today.
There is too much for me to say.
A mother holds her dead child with one arm.
The other one was taken keeping the child from harm.
A girl drains her blood taking her last breath.
Another fall’s from the sky awaiting her death.
A father comes home to se his son dead.
Another father sees his son hanging in the shed.
A woman was raped on her way home from work.
A man walks toward a girl with a knife saying this wont hurt.

Christian P Miller.

Love

I have a feeling of pain.
I want to put a bullet to my brain.
I feel so sad when I think of all that we could have had.
I wish you could be with me here.
Then I wouldn’t have to shed a tear.
My feelings for you are still strong.
I don’t think that is wrong.
Your name I can’t get out of my head.
I think i am going brain dead.
I know I won’t get you back.
That’s why my hart started to crack.
You have a good hart.
It was put together like a piece of art.
I wish I could be in there.
Be a part.
You stabbed me with a dull knife.
All I wanted was you in my life.
I think about when we kissed.
By me that will always be missed.
I love you this is not a lie.
I can’t have you now I want to die.

Christian P Miller

More poemsHappy?
Happiness is a stat of mind.
You can only se it if you are blind.
Blind to all the pain and sorrow we have today.
There is too much for me to say.
A mother holds her dead child with one arm.
The other one was taken keeping the child from harm.
A girl drains her blood taking her last breath.
Another fall’s from the sky awaiting her death.
A father comes home to se his son dead.
Another father sees his son hanging in the shed.
A woman was raped on her way home from work.
A man walks toward a girl with a knife saying this wont hurt.

Christian P Miller.

Love

I have a feeling of pain.
I want to put a bullet to my brain.
I feel so sad when I think of all that we could have had.
I wish you could be with me here.
Then I wouldn’t have to shed a tear.
My feelings for you are still strong.
I don’t think that is wrong.
Your name I can’t get out of my head.
I think i am going brain dead.
I know I won’t get you back.
That’s why my hart started to crack.
You have a good hart.
It was put together like a piece of art.
I wish I could be in there.
Be a part.
You stabbed me with a dull knife.
All I wanted was you in my life.
I think about when we kissed.
By me that will always be missed.
I love you this is not a lie.
I can’t have you now I want to die.

Christian P Miller