I won't stop you anymore,
I won't stand blocking the door
You gave me a great heart sore
When all i fancied you scattered on the floor
'All out of LOVE' was all you said
While walking away, while throughing me into the deep abyss,
Just then that i painfully realised:
That all my inspiration was the fruit of burning trees
Cold bloodedly you killed my muse;
Now my hopes 'll never reach a shore,
Concieved by hurt, delivered by abuse
Possessed by an illness with no cure....
Relentlessly shutting that aching need,
That's causing all of me to bleed
How sad? ! My voice can only reach the sky
Through an agonized never ending sigh!
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.................................
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good thoughtful poem on requited love...the one will turn which will stop the stars, regards uavaniceday