She's not the one
ripping petals from a rose
like insect legs that
cry love
or love not
She's not the one
to pull the stars in
close
and plant them
deep inside a heart
She's not the one
who's left spilling
red river salt
to sow a final
resting place
She's not the one
who listens to the
rain as it sighs with
remorse and whispers
'She's not the one'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem