I try to cry but my tears are dry
No doubt the drought
Is to my core
For I swore
That never shall another person
Poison my heart with 'feelings'
And 'yearning'.
I spit out these words, as vile as bile
And stop myself from rasping my tongue on the tar.
By far more appealing a thought
Than getting caught in the snare of a love affair.
Love is for the birds I heard.
Love is for fools I say.
And that I am not.
Any more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting point of view. Love cannot be taken away. It is in all of us no matter how hard some try to stamp it out. Love must prevail in the end.