The world is yours.

I am fed up of childish kisses,

My book of love is torn to pieces.

Adieu! Goodbye und lebe wohl!

Mein Herz ist krank und innen hohl.

“The world is yours”, you will survive,

As I have burned myself alive.

A'ντίο! Bye and Farewell!

This poem was my rebel yell.

Reviews

[emipoemi]

To be frank, I'm a bit lost with the German (and the pronunciation of that foreign "goodbye"), but I absolutely adore how the languages flow in the poem, and the English, for that matter, is great. Well done!

[Mariam]

Thank you! ;)

[emipoemi]

my pleasure.

[Chris]

Heart is where and how we find it...

[Mariam]

Hello, Chris! Nice to see you again