In age of consent,
you want to kill yourself. But
the surveilance will watch.
Pain comes in reverse,
saying goodbye. Was it an animalism?
Your love is in heartbeats.
Whose idea was this?
Tragedy is born daily to whiten the eyes.
Milk turns black to succeed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Truth is well revealed in this nice Poem!