Whatever happened to my dreams?
They've shattered like so many mirrors,
Melted away like fallen icecream
Whatever happened to your tender side?
You've plucked one by one my feathers
And I feel I am bleeding inside
Whatever happened to all the passion?
Not just the fire of skin on skin,
But living without fear or caution
Whatever happened to the clever joker?
My smile has fled, my heart caved in
You murderer: you made me mediocre
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem, indeed! Purple Rose