do not blame me
about this
mess
did i notice really
everything every detail
like
the ponytail or the rosy cheek
or the dainty fingers
of the princess
in you
because if i did
i would have never left
where
you were then hiding
like a mole
on your nipple
you were waiting
for me to call your name
and kiss you
when you could have
simply
called me by my nickname
when you
should have been candid
and tell me
that you love me too
this world would have been
a happier place to live in
you and i, would have lived
a life
not wasted by those fast tracking loveless years
look at us
we are wrinkled with all regrets
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem