He walked through the door.
He's here, no more.
He's cut in the core.
Now that he's gone,
He'll have some fun.
Feel better than before.
He'll cheat and play.
What had happened yesterday...
was definitely the last hey.
He'll no longer stay the same way.
Heart breaks can create heartless monsters,
Who murder and throw in Dumpsters.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem