If love was in the air
you have taken my last breath
not only causing heart ache
but a sevre fatal death
If life was like a box of chocolates
and you don't know what you'll get
then I vomit on your chocolates
this life I do regret
If life were like living in a coffin
the sun keeps peeking through
burning my corpse repeatedly
like the words you choose to spew
If I was like a circle
it's you who made me whole
you emptied me just as fast
It's my heart, I know you stole
If life were truely fair
you and I would be here now
but if we don't keep fighting
this, us, life will not allow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Vomit in your half filled cup'... I know what it's meant to express, but I simply can't stop chuckling when I read it... I'm not being sarcastic; I think it highlights the contrast between the mood of your write and the possibly opposite reaction of people who read it...