Such a beautiful face, always running to keep his pace.
He broke your heart and left you dead inside,
you've shut your eyes and locked your heart to hide.
A shell of who you were is what you've become,
a battle you'll never seem to overcome.
You long for what you had in the past,
but in his race you'll always be last.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem