Forget me and make merry by choice,
Don't look at me when you go;
It's my fault that I believed you twice,
And you killed me with your ego.
How crazy I was that I closed to you,
Again and again to be killed;
Feelings are a lot, but words are few,
How to poem, I ain't skilled.
May you twinkle like stars in the skies,
With no worries and pains;
Let me free now, and break all our ties,
And erase my heart's stains.
As the ties break, my heart bleeds away,
Anyhow, that will never truly heal;
There's nothing more left in heart to say,
Henceforth, we have just to feel.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem