ma tears r falling
heat s roaring to b free
n i swallow
dumbness m so feeling
guilty wth m dealing
cost me worth i hav to say hello
with all the lie
written ba me in ma lyf
its hard to belive
baby
ma blood s still alive..
is it also a lie
if i cut head into pieces
or ma brain got crushed
thers nt surety
your memories will nt remain.
its Killing me..
your memories Killing me..
all the time
evryday..n.evrytime
ma last breath falls down
i dnt need you
then why ma heart is calling
you..
dreaming you
searching you around..
maKing more wounds..
raisins of blood i count
but your memories are numberless
but i want to count
before i go
i want to Knw
how many days i live
how many lives i live
your memories remain
even if m nt sound
m around
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