Slowly slowly i
poisoned my life
may be
i could forget
the heat that burnt my heart
may be
i could leave
the light that darkened my love
may be
i could stay
with my positive burst
may be
i could show
the ashes of my soul
may it could be possible
but it always be the same
at the end
in my hands
nothing remained
i could show the ashes of my soul may it could be possible but it always be the same at the end in my hands nothing remained a lovely write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great start with a nice poem, Saiqa. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks