I hear the rain
pouring at my window.
And I'm wondering,
is it my tears' shadow?
You left me broken
a couple of days ago,
but you've set your prints in me,
like footprints in the snow.
I'm waiting for the spring,
who can melt the snow away,
along with your prints,
I don't want you to stay.
Must the spring come,
and the winter of my heart disappear.
There's a time for everything,
but I don't want you there.
I need a heart of my own,
without any cracks and burst,
but for me to do that,
I need you to get the heck out first.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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