Sometimes
I pick up the pieces of my broken heart
and sharpen them into weapons
aiming with careful precision
into the pungent cavities
of preying paramours
that way
I leave piece of myself
With jag epitaphs of shrapnel
into delicate grains of your marrow
it's my just consolation prize,
A little something to
Remember me by
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A little something remembered in love has great value in life and you have expressed your thought with care and beauty. Anything written in memory of a person or friend has great worth. This poem is an excellent poem very nicely penned that makes a reader very emotional...10