The heart is not set in stone, it smudges just as easy as it was written. like dust between your fingers you try to recite words to the play; but they fade in dissaray.
I'm writing equations to solve the problems but i can never find an answer. i'm in detention for forgetting what it was to be a liar.
I'm drawing your face next to diamonds hoping that one day I'll see it glisten.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem