The lights have gone out,
all the doors are closed,
the petals have all fallen from the once radiant rose,
the early morning sun rises
but its bitter and cold
the birds in the trees are struggling with songs they cant hold,
the breeze is no longer sharp,
its grown weak and old,
my heart is aching for you to hold,
left broken and empty from the truth your eyes just told.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.