an ink pen full
a heart now empty
now displeasure
no longer affinity
we were hot
now you're cold
I wasn't a coward
but a bit too bold
now my pen bleeds red
all the past now is black
it soon
will be lifeless and dry
now I look into the mirror
and wifeless I do cry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem