Things come and go..
As Love comes and goes..
So easily but awfully..
Leaving scars of uncovered pain..
Love is what they say..
Should be happy - must be merry..
But it is not I know..
Too hurt to tell..
Even words seem to scratch..
To the depth of my heart..
Till I sink into deep..
And do not know what it feels..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem