You can't squeeze a lime once it is dry.
No more juice will come out no matter how hard you try.
Same with me and broken hearts and broken dreams.
Believe me, I will make self hate you if I must.
What ever I have to do, so your better off in my mind.
That pain right now, will be so much harder if we go any further.
Especially if we know it the flame can not survive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem