turning the dial of those four seasons
changing colors like a chameleon
winding back like changing time
wishing for the ends of that perfect rhyme
living up to days
where a fake smile is plastered on my face
living up to a day
where a picture would never be the same
feeling a bit lame
crying with the rain
repeating each other phrase
if you would
take my photo off you wall
taking a step forward
taking a shot from a smoking barrel
faltering forward as prone to freeze
leaving behind a bitter love
trailing a dark red line at a sluggish pace
take my photo
off your wall
if you don’t like it
but as to live to see
your last faltering genuine smile
before clouds fills my eyes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem