A is for ache, the ache of my heart.
A is for absurd, which we were from the start.
A is for apologetic, I am I swear.
A is for affection, that will always be there.
A is for alone, which we are now we’ve split.
A is for absent, that light in my heart that once was lit.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem