Broken and torn,
Thrown away and burned,
That picture that's being crumbled
Is just another part of my memory
That i wish would fade, would go away
To remember such a thing that again would never be
Breaks me down inside
Forces me to cry every night
To think a simple thing like a picture could yeild such a fantastic
Protrayal of my dreams
I can burn, tear and dissolve the picture
Yet i cant let go of the dream behind it
Why is it? Why cant i let go of it?
Perhaps im like the pigments that create the picture on that small
Piece of paper
If the paper gets hurt and dies
So do I.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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