Funny when it comes to love
How quickly it seems to grow
But what's better is how as I see it
I'm really only there for the show
Damn my luck,
Or maybe my curse
That even when I don't have feelings
It continues to hurt
My life, trampled by fantastical love
It's shining light piercing my slow beating heart
This pain is everlasting yet peaceful
The kind that can only be displayed in art
I just want to stray from this beautiful light
But I guess it could be worse
I'm witness to so many wonderful things
Because of my 'awful' curse.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem