We spoke without words.
I have none for you.I know none.
How do I feel? I am angry.
Why couldn't you just love me?
You made so many mistakes and now you pay for them.
The tables turned and it was I who became you.
My tears went went out of my eyes and from yours they bled.
This rejection is marked red.
And its on the wall.
We need no words.
The writing speaks for itself.
Our eyes are red.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem