A reminder of a star,
Shoots across an ink-black sky.
I always will remember,
When you pass me by.
This mind will never forget,
What you’ve done to me.
Always will I wish I never knew you,
For all of eternity.
So as you read this poem,
Just remember this.
When you meet me next,
Your life will be hell, not bliss.
Too bad you can't treat your oppressors with such manipulative-sarcasm and twisted hatred as you treat me.
What a reminder to remember. One does have somethings inside that are forever sacred as this poem is.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is anger here. I needs to be flushed out. I suggest the author read my poem, 'Rejection's Temptation. ' GW62