oh beloved.
my beloved
dont dare leave me here
this pain i cannot bare
the crushing in my chest
i gave you nothing but the best
alone in this small town
i want to do nothing but break down
the smile plastered on my face
is never going to fall out of place
i dont want you to see me like this
the thought to you would be pure bliss
letting you get your way will never happen again
you have to work for my loving hand.
oh beloved.
my beloved.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great write, but it misses the real end; perhaps something like this: you have to work and wherever you go I'll follow you and sabotage your new ideas...I'm a selfish, lonely, life-sucking vampire; and I've got problem with my insecurity...