Wandering pathways of creativity, listening to music
that takes me into depths of innate talent, opening
my mind and letting thoughts flow incessantly.
Feeling pieces of my broken heart cutting me with it's
shards, bleeding with sorrow, tears steadily falling,
tearing me apart.
Only wanting a reprieve from the devastation of losing
you, but knowing it will never happen in this lifetime,
I will have to wait until next time, my dear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem