A song of its own, you took every lyric from my palm.
The way I held you gave a release through my finger tips.
I waved you.!
Repeatedly you place down my hand, giving tones of expressions to my cries.
Sorrow laid strips of burdens in a song.
Dazing in a self, every chorus listened me.
Listing what silence I couldn't make place.
A misbeat of rhythm, the stress of my bones place strain in works; I wrote the you you never were.
The us that never was a signing.!
Mental paralysis, nerve functions failed to comply.
I didn't know how to make rule to a lie.
Forging errors in a print, kisses corrected black lines forming detail.
I felt the lost of our two beats.!
Scripting of you, I shredded the mate tears washed lines down.
I couldn't read you.
I couldn't love you.
I couldn't feel you.
I could only lay thought in files of my memory.
Reminding me of the break that promoted me.!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem