Blue waters turned green with reflections of the sun in
another direction.
Reaching out and touching my eyes with it's beauty, causes
reflections to bump and surge within my heart.
Wanting nothing more than to hold a pistol - loaded -
ready to shoot - and kill myself.
Ripping everything out and starting over again with somebody
new holding my love within his heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The last line is really good! I like it!