a smile slithered onto these thin lips,
as i realised i am nothing but a memory,
pushed to the back of your mind,
i'll be forgotten eventually,
and it's funny how i'm content with that,
once i'm gone,
i'm never going to come back,
i was once a bullet in your skull,
now it seems i've been dislodged,
and then you'll deny you ever knew me,
i spose in the end we shouldn't take things too seriously.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
amazing its ahrd to find poems with this much meaning these days its great!