this tears that is flowing
forth
was my passion
the only reason i've to die
clouded my reasoning
the only reason
i am now here
i've learnt my lessons well
this wail,
is the remains
that of a chartterd glass
the only reason
i am now here
i've learnt my lesson's well
this redness of my
eyes with it swollen
are the remains
of my dreams
and my desires
the only reason
i am here
i've learnt my lessons well
and this lump
in my throat
is what is left
the only reason
i've to die
i've learnt my lessons well
the harshness of
my voice with the
trembling therein
the strange color of my hair
these are
the remains
of a youth
too young to die
i've learnt my lessons well
cupid!
You've taken my youth
looting my treasurery
leaving me empty
and you expect
i live
when you leave?
Give me yet
another chance
that i might live again
with my mind
in its place
not in my mouth
i've learnt my
lessons well
it ain't worth
dieing for
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow! a very wounderfull poem. love the repeated lines, i have learnt my lessons well