Our hearts separated now
When my brother did it happen
Your knife is drawn
What are you selling
That I can't see
It's not in the fine print
It's just in your make believe
You make up the rules
As you play your games
Your death games
As both player and referee
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can feel the pain when you wrote this poem. Its wonderful. Please have a look at my poetry as well