Fill my soul with your darkness
There is now only emptiness
My heart is like withering roses
Falling into thousand pieces
My eyes like shattered glasses
Only you can see through this madness
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It depends on your way of interpretation.I mean here that I usually let the audience to decide the meaning of the poem I write,the picture I paint or photograph-I let them to decide that what does it mean for themselves.Thank you for taking the time with reading it and your feedback! :)