This pain pierces me like a bullet
Through my chest.
It's a pain unlike all the rest.
Every time I see his perfect face,
My heart begins to race.
But to him, I don't exist,
As a shadow in the mist.
Then the pain hits,
Hard and fast,
As it has many times in the past.
I know someday I'll forget his face,
Forget the way my heart raced.
I'll even forget his name.
But I'll never be the same,
Because of the pain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem