Anger,
I know it is not right or noble,
But, forget that, like he forgets me.
I would rather be wrong than you be right.
I would rather be burned than turned to your side.
I see your haughty brown eyes. There is nothing special about you.
Then why?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very honest, good perspective another good one, keep writing!