Head bowed
With a wilting heart
Eyes lost in shadows
Seasons change
It's just natures way
The inescapable
Truth of existence
Sometimes love just hurts
Sometimes We screw it up
Let ourselves think too much
Or too little, whatever
Time like the weather comes along
And we become powerless to it
Now for myself speaking
I am amidst a bleak Autumn
Where romance is in decay
Memories fall to the ground
A poet may find this beautiful
But not me, not this poet
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem