A woman with no heart
is just a doll, meant to be abused
by men without hearts.
Here, in this world
I cannot be a king, without you,
without your lips on mine.
'It has to be this way.',
is what you told me, before straying nude
in other's palms.
Please excuse me,
I don't mean to pull you out of their beds,
it's too late for that.
It's just that..
I dreamt you last night, again, like
the thousand times before.
Beautiful, and
all the flowers knelt before you,
all stars fell.. untill..
Untill nothing but blue
remained painted on the sky's
courageous heart.
So, understand that
that's why, I engrave my poem
with you, tonight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem