when i was
sixteen
i tried to hold
a cigarette and
smoke it
i was in a dark
alley
with you and
you held my hand
seize my cigarette
and throw it
away
it was raining
and it was cold
you said a lot
of words
telling me that
i am your
under your
control
since then
you know what
is my wish
for you
i have always loved
freedom
i have always liked
to live alone
if you were alive
now
you could have seen
this misery
i know not how
to live
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