The last time she cried
Was the first time i denied
I denied the imposing truth
The truth of being scared inside.
The last time she saw
Was the first time I would flaw
I would freeze my heart when
She would want it to thaw.
The last time she spoke
Was the first time that I did stroke
Her head and hair
While the remnant of my heart broke.
The time she smiled
Was the first time I lied
I lied to her that i would be
Strong after she died.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem