I've been cut deep from these rugged remains. and i'm struggling to wipe away the stains. all i'm left with are these augmenting pains.
I've been windswept off my feet when i searched for these remains. an archaelogical excavation that never yearned to end.
I'm swinging from a tree like a monkey in a zoo in hope that you will too. i was colnel mustard and you were miss scarlet together we played the game and learned how to win; i never once wanted you to go thin.
All i'm left with are these bitter sweet memories. the dark chocolate left on the side which no longer left a taste after you left me in such a haste.
I wanted to be nice so i could suffice but i turned out to be a grain of rice.
so i'll write our names in this piece of wood so i'll know where we once stood.
I loved you my darling as best I ever could.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hallo Ashley, you wanted me to look at your work, so here I am. I think you write well and enjoyed this. It might be a good idea to work on the layout, make the phrases shorter, as I looks like a piece of prose, not so poetic.Try to present the ideas in blocks, right through with two, three or four lines, even free verse (I think) needs a structure. Avoid phrases like bitter sweet that have often been used and check colnel, I think you spell it Colonel. You have talent, there is lots to like here, Leslie.