Special, he was.
The only one who never enjoyed the words,
my only one he was.
Now he's eaten by the town,
enlighten he has become.
His pain, silence and tears i need,
but i need mine more.
And then i cry,
coz' i refuse to be fine.
And suddenly i smile,
when i realize i'm in pain.
When i realize he is alone,
when i realize he is not okay.
I'm quite while in beauty,
but his memory had him betrayed.
Avoiding the gloom,
he despises me.
And still he's gone,
and the dawn is almost here.
And he,
He is still there,
somewhere in his pain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem