i like the color of the rainbow in the sky
when your hands have bruised me
and i cover this black beneath my eye
i miss the way the sun will shine
when you tell me you are sorry
and i forgive you, yet another time
i love the way the flowers can't bloom
when you place them beside my grave
awaiting your own doom.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really liked this poem, it really portrays a heavy guilt on the reader. -Lexy S.