The tears that fall will never bring back,
the one I loved, who haunts me now,
who taunts me still.
As if the day shall never come,
when two lovers meet, their hopes sinking,
with the dying sun.
Its easy to drown in memories that flood,
your heart, your soul, your very existence.
Like a flame that consumes you,
burning, it engulfs you.
Till you are nothing more than what you were.
Darkness, stillness, quiet and calm.
The tears keep falling,
a miserable reminder that I lost,
I lost him to death, I lost.
So he'll haunt me I know,
and taunt me too,
in a twisted way, to say 'I love you.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem