such innocence is lost
when things are done
iv lost mine long ago
though you wouldnt know
i dont say it at all
or share myself even when i fall
its my scar to carry
my burden to burry
but nothing is forever
but nothing stays hidden, no matter the whether
darkness around him in the wrong
never caught, never convicter, and for so long
and now its to late
with nothing left to do but hate
it runs right my veins
like blood, that belongs
it'll never leave
hidden up my sleeve
forever in my heart and soul
till i am no more
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem