I didn't think it would bother you
I guess all I thought about was myself and how I feel
This is. how I feel and am not sorry
I want this white to turn red from my side
I want to see tears make polka dots on it
I want to cry out noiselessly
Be dulled by the pain
Fall to the ground and smell the dust
Blink knowing am draining
Loose all the pain to the dust
But I'll still have that part of you with me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem