I can see your pain
In the shell of a broken heart
Illuminated by a little glow
That you called hope
Did you wish she could listen to you
When you don’t have anything to prove
Imagination becomes your way through
Before it crushes you to the floor
And she forgot you already
Like a fly in the desert
Strip your love with her game
That you never could win
Maybe it’s just you
Who didn’t see it through
Maybe she wasn’t for you
But you never knew
And the sun always comes after long night
As it’s always dawn after twilight
There could be hope after break
Depends on how you see your fate
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent write Alex...full of imagery....Fi 10+++