All that falls from my mouth
spills from my pen
are lonely, disappointed murmurs
and echoes of broken love
And when I try to coax laughter
from these broken lips
they crumble from exertion
and let loose a sigh instead
And when I try to frame moments
in these broken stars
they end up slipping from my mind
in an avalanche of broken promises
And when I feel it
once in a lifetime, just for a moment,
I'm high on the world, you and me
can't waste time now pulling words
from this broken mind
"Write happy, " they said.
Well, here's your happy.
I've spelled it out
on this page for you
in broken words.
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I would like to translate this poem
Write happy, they said. People have said that to me many times. Of course they don't write.