I soak my eyes in tears, page me through....
I a mask put on, you permitted are not
jubilant tales I Oonce told
but now all it is, is a remedy of pain, anger and hate
hateful thoughts, a sad affair it is
ruined by what was thought to be....
He was, a precious memory
but now just a broken branch from my tree
he was, he is now but a painful memory
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
painful but precious, I like it, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.