I don't wanna remember the blues
I feel when your heels trample
My feelings, my dealings as clues
Emerge our relationship no longer serves as an exquisite example.
I don't wanna think of the memories
Encapsulated in sadness so deep
It effaces bliss trajectories
You and I so hard strive to keep.
I don't wanna revisit restive remembrances
Ensconced in crevices of disillusion
That bathe my heart and psyche's entrances
I end up crying tears I pour in confusion.
I don't wanna recycle traces of truth
So painful they tear me to pieces
Although a vista shines through the faith
That sneaks into panoramas of chock chalices.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
A lovely poem with strong message, I love this...