You waltz in here as though time did not pass,
forgetting how you left me shreds.
It took me years to mend this broken heart.
Your smile does nothing for me now
your velvet voice just another sound
your eyes hidden behind a mask
I could care less for your pain.
You mean zero to this once living heart,
a sown up lifeless throb.
You're a blast from a distant past.
Your flowers are good for the dust bin.
Tell your stories to someone who cares.
Reverse out the door please,
she isn't living here no more.
She is buried within the tomb of the years that passed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sometimes life is a fiery tale, through tough pain comes light- - time is a healer and it is dealer. Well said how his place was lost - - nice narrative art....