With delicate hands
he entwined in her heart
all his beautiful words.
His sentences weaved fragile fibres
of sweet lies
Strengthening and wrapping themselves
around and around
Suffocating truths dying whine.
Her heart beats stronger with each
'ï love you'
And slows with each of his frowns,
which lets the truth whisper,
but only for a moment,
and then he engraves his name
into what pumps out her life
like a blade he stabbed it again
and again into her heart.
He's gone
and all she can do is bleed his name
the pain of his beautiful lies
and the memory of his dancing eyes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'bleed his name' that is a great few words and says much