i stare into this blank page
that we call life
flipping through it
only seeing black and white.
our stories of love lost and pain
always written
splashing across the surface
giving birth to a world full of hate.
never the stories of love found and happiness
the colourful strokes
and beautiful chemistry
never racing to blast this awful place
to a world full of bliss.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem