"Doesn't matter what you said,
Doesn't matter what you did,
I am leaving and that is true,
Because I am mighty sick of you."
"Thank you, for giving back,
My house and my comic sack,
Except the important part,
Which is a portion of my heart."
"You can have your heart,
I have torn it far apart,
I came here with nothing,
And I plan to leave nothing."
"It is okay you can take-
Everything like a cheating snake,
Leave nothing but a piece,
Of silence, harmony and peace."
"I hate the hatred airborne,
In no time I will be gone.
I am done and that not a lie,
Revel in joy for this is goodbye."
Looking at her walk past,
He sighed in sad aghast.
Trying to make his heart whole,
He picked the remnants of his soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Vishorag. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks.