i forget these hurts that i tied to a string, composed with a bow around my centerpiece, unravel the threads and i come undone just pieces left blotched by the sun that scorched the sky, that scorched your eyes just before you said goodbye. when i said i loved you back then i lied upright. now i lie downright rightfully so when i cant breath with all these words in my mouth i jar my teeth in attempts that they may fumble out and the hit ground trailing the silhouette of you and your previous steps out the door.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem