When I gave you away,
why return and beg to stay?
Then I locked you up in hold,
why accuse me of turning cold?
What do you want from me! ?
I’m neither your master nor your slave,
why insist on exhuming this grave?
Goodbye my heart I’m setting you free,
you were never made a part of me
But if you can’t love like you’ve never been hurt,
I’ll trap you and cage you and hold you inert
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a very well drafted verse! the use of imperative is effective.