day after tomorrow is my birthday
but i wont celebrate it, no, noway
there will be no party, lets say sorry in advance
you left me in my BD, how lucky iam, what a chance,
do you need a party, ok fine
you, tears and gloom are invited, our appoinment will be at 9!
candles candles look how madly i do cry
so stop dancing infront of my tearfull eye
there is a knife beside the cake
, do you mean i have to commit suicide?
ok close your eyes, close, now open, i have died!
Negar i really love the way u write your poems it was beautiful but the end was sth. well done 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your flair for the dark, and abstract is well demonstrated here...I have always been facinated by the likes of Poe, Dickinson, Teasdale, and Stephen King, and their darting penchant for the eerie & morose...Nice Work, Negar! F j R