I dont have time for your games
Your words are like scorching flames
Which burn gaps through my soul
You leave me with an empty bowl to
Fill with my unwanted tears
That turn to memoeries and then fears
the fear that I will soon remember
leading into the pain of a burning ember
That leaves holes on my perfect skin
watching my innocence turn to sin
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem