Your face screams the crimes of a thousand thieves
And shows the sorrow of fallen leaves
It shows all the lies ever said by anyone
And shows the fact that we are done
Your face shows the pain that substitutes for feelings
And it shows the scars that are never done healing
It shows me that we can't be done when there was never anything to finish
And made us feel meaningless, and diminished
Your face is the perception of a dangerous warning
But also the reason that I wake up every morning
I wish I could wake up to it each day
And I wish I could wipe it's tears away
But it wasn't meant to stay here, it will soon leave
But his face will stay in my memories and cause me to greave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem