Like a rose
Your prose
Drew a thorn
Cutting deep
As if asleep
And not yet born
You wrote a book
Threw a wicked hook
And knocked me out
You tainted my ego
You painted me a zero
My survival is in doubt
Your words tore off my clothes
Composed away my pose
You broke down my house of cards
Damn you to hell
I cannot break your spell
So to whom do I give my best regards
Whose soul is left to save
Now that you have danced on my grave
You wrote me an ugly epitaph
I guess the final chapter has been written
Don’t need to show where I’ve been bitten
I don’t even need to do the math
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sweetheart...keep calm...have patience...i read this piece of yours and i found smartness inside this, , a very nice expression of an open identity..smilee and all your efforts will be rewarded...i lav this piece of yours.. naizz