You're just a memory attached to a face
a far off wonder as to why I even cared
(Just a muse, or so it would seem...)
You're nothing to me
Just a necklace and a ring
I still carry them around
I wear the necklace
(only because it looks good with my outfit)
I'm dancing on stars
They're colorful and bright
Are you dancing on the sand where you are at?
(Maybe the bullets from your gun will dance with you)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem