i thought that getting over
you would be easy as cake
Just sweet enough not to
hurt
But when you add a t and
read it backwards
You get the truth of the matter
The truth of the matter being
That I still see you every-
where
Painting my lenses blue
Colouring my irises like
The lilies you endowed me
with
Like the sweet truth of
our love
Like the lie of not missing
you was.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem