My poem didn't matter to you.
It seemed you did not care.
My life turned not poem.
Yet you didn't recognize that.
My poem was me
And I thought for a moment
You cared.
But you just walked away without a stare.
I also walked away.
Finally my poem of you
Didn't matter.
You are you and so it doesn't matter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem