Words slipped from my mouth and hung around like a cloud of smoke making my eyes water and my heart ache.
This is how fast it happens, this is how fast love can turn to hate.
It all falls down around me and I watch in silence, because words have no meaning now.
Tears and tiny pieces of us hit the floor. I kneel down and pick up the pretty ones brush them off and put them in my pocket.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem