in this darkened
corner,
i sit alone.
no one notesses
me when im not.
so why not stay?
no one can tell
when im thier.
im so quiet
all you here
around me,
is the wind.
so this corner
im in is,
dark, ominus,
cold, lonely and
more importantly,
no one can enter.
this corner,
is my life.
the day i found
what love realy
is.
is the day i
was shoved here.
love is...
a feeling that
can make your world
special.
or it can scar you
for life.
like this corner.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The message is clear and ever true, love remains the most painful of wounds and it leaves the deepest of scars