Everything is pulled away from me
like a picture pulled out of my frame
you held my hand so proudly
then you turned away in shame
i must admit
my love for you is strong
though you no longer care about me
i cant call my feelings wrong
so hate me for our joy
hate me for our laughter
hate me becasue our love died in disaster
hate me for whatever i did that made you turn away
but remember the rain that fell on my dieing day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem