a smile slithered onto these thin lips, 
as i realised i am nothing but a memory, 
pushed to the back of your mind, 
i'll be forgotten eventually, 
and it's funny how i'm content with that, 
once i'm gone, 
i'm never going to come back, 
i was once a bullet in your skull, 
now it seems i've been dislodged, 
and then you'll deny you ever knew me, 
i spose in the end we shouldn't take things too seriously.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
amazing its ahrd to find poems with this much meaning these days its great!