I cry.
I cry for me.
I cry for you;
Mainly because I don't wish to see you again,
If I saw you, I'd go the other way; and that's quite sad.
I cry for the present.
I cry for past loveless moments,
and all that you snatched away.
I cry for believing in you,
I cry.
I cry hating you for the letters you wrote,
I cry for the time you took to falsely perpetuate.
I cry for the energy I spent…
And now I cry because I'm so tired, now—
I cry.
I cry,
...and I cry like a child;
I weep sparingly because I am as an ancient well—empty and dry;
Dry and crying for
believing in an "us"...
I cry…and
I cry,
and you wanted me to believe in you;
believe in love again…
I cry.
I cry for that reason,
...and for that reason
I cry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful...well written. kudos