my eyes are burnt little holes in my face
I remember when they used to blue
my heart is missing its lover
I remember when that used to be you
my skin is cold and gray now
warm was traded for sickly, in terms of the way it does glow
my hair is dry and its dying
I remember its soft little curls
my brain is slowly deflating, memories pouring out of my ears
I remember when all that came out of me, was petty tears
my fingers look old an gnarled
I remember when their description was ''dainty''
my face has aged a million years
I remember when it only aged daily
this is what I've been left with
laid to waste by an unfortunate youth
This is all I have left now
''i remember when my love was you''
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem