one thing with her is her honesty
thus when she says
if you want to go, then go
don't look back
if you keep hanging on that rope of pride
go hang
hang everything alive
kill and be just one of those names
she means every word
she knows how to live alone
and have no regret
one thing with her is her honesty
for tonight over a glass of wine
surrendering to loneliness
back to its cold arms
she finally sheds her tears
she takes the tissue and
wipes her tears
and then begins again
moving on
to another quest of this illusive thing
called happiness
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem