See the blood on my face?
It's the cuts from my tears.
They tear through flesh,
and leave a gaping wound.
the wounds'll never heal
They'll leave a scar.
These hard days will never end.
There is not a day,
when I don't remember them.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sometimes its sad to accept the fact that even a loved one broke our hearts... but life has to go on my friend. Someone better will come to replace the lost love! High marks.