Its not been but a month
And you've already slain your words;
Of how you'd be a better me-
Of how we'd soar past birds.
We only wanted just a bit
To keep them up at night:
Tossing, turning, crying,
Wanting us with all their might.
Look at me; don't turn away.
I'll not be made as dirt!
If not for you, for me.
Oh, please don't make this mirror hurt...
Forever with you I'll be;
As your shadow, mind, your heart-
But as my heart you failed
Now decomposing I will start
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow that was just beautiful..ur pain and sadness into a poem i loved it..~Hazel