A woman once said to me: 'I don't love you anymore'
and then afterwards
a lot more of them began to say it
when I would take out
the ring in my pocket.
My friend all, are scattered like leaves
outside this world.
Even they got tired of mending
the heart of a monster.
They all have a hand to hold.
The hands that I held
now hold other hands.
I'm a lonely tree,
and the sad thing is
that I wish someone would see me,
someone with an ax.
At least this way I'd warm a heart or two,
and not be meaningless.
Only shoes are waiting for me
to take them out.
Still better than nothing.
Tonight... I'm gonna dance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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