Drinks.. drugs… cuts…puke… and smoking come to mind
As my only relief and my way to unwind
I see you enclose another girl in your arms
It’s the proof you never thought of me – why was I deaf to these alarms!
As I grow up thousand miles away and meet and chase after my dreams,
I wonder if you will ever return as my love story- a romeo and Juliet team
In a white horst and red roses……….
Instead of drowning me with the red blood from life’s hoses.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem