Pain is looking at the rose that he gave you.
Pain is reading that text message again and again.
Pain is seeing him everyday.
Pain looks like a single rose, all alone.
Pain looks like a girl crying.
Pain looks like a dagger covered in blood.
Pain smells like his cologne in the store.
Pain smells salty like tears.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem