With tattered heart weary
From the struggle
I give up
To win a heart for a time
To loose it so quickly
Wonders the soul
How can I ever know
When the shifting ground
Of what I perceive to be solid
Crumbles to pieces before
My very eyes
With no recourse
No decision on my part to
Assuage the trouble
Giving everything for nothing
So now I stand watching alone
The distance grow
Between us at the speed of light
I will suffer
Will she?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Surely she will suffer with so powerful words its impossible not! ! ! !