begin again and break the bell
forget the thing you cannot tell
tried to warn you, ran away
just to hurt you again today
its fine, I can see the lies
that cross the mirror in my eyes
what happened then will happen now
I told you not to fall or bow
you didn't listen, now its old
tripping over this fools gold
tried not to break the thing you are
then I took it much too far
i'll fall into the arms of night
I've given up this fight
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this one. Well expressed for someone so young. I even like the e.e. cummings style of no punctuation or caps. Read mine –Rain – Adeline Just a thought, last line could read: I've given up this forlorn fight.