He met her just the other day.
Before he was in love he viewed the world in gray.
There was no hope for any of us.
With wrists that were bleeding.
End eyes meant for deceiving.
He thought it was time for his end.
She met him just the other day.
With marks from her dad.
Always suicidal and sad.
There was no hope for her.
With scars on her back.
And her eyes bruised black.
She thought it was time for her end.
They kissed just the other.
Their pain in sync in their own special way.
They knew they could last till the end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you could last till the end and your journey is just started