What a sore
What a roar
My heart got a tore
Nobody cares any more
I saw a sign near
That was my own fear
A terrible show all
Ready to go and fall
You stand far and watch
When will I turn to catch
Glances that you pass on me
That are short and fully free
I can see that a thorn bright
That denies to come out in light
That gives you pain very often
To make your active life soften
Grim and serene is your state
I take it as my only dull fate
Can not spat on you anymore true
Fault, I was also attracted by you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Beautiful flow of words. Poem filled with pain and bitterness. You have portrayed very well. Loved reading it.