Pieces left behind
like this string easily untwined
broken, sharp, painful, hurts
heart just left to swell and burst
Like a sharp knife left in the middle
its not a joke, not even a riddle
like a disease that carries its reasons
not different weather, that comes in seasons
Blood drips staining the floor
borken pieeces of this boothleg door
leaving tracks, a bloody mess
just this stupid old stinking test
The pain its no lie
all you really can do is cry
causing these tears that never stop
you breakdown, with a hard drop
All because 'unfaithful love'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem