It could've been beautiful.
My pain could've sung a hummingbirds tune,
instead it screamed and wheezed as it weeped.
My tears could've slid down my cheeks as crystals
in the golden light,
instead they left marks in the corner of my eyes
and burns along my face.
It could've been beautiful.
I could've been beautiful.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Apt Title for an Lovely poem.
Thank you!