love, sometimes finds itself grieving
on matters of the heart
someone you love
someone that can never be yours
someone that is forever
but has no right to be there,
even in thought
you want it forgotten but it is impossible
you find someone
other lips other bodies other breasts
wanting to forget a love that is true
you begin the games of the heart
in wanting to heal yourself
you now take all things for granted.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem