Black Lace,
In the shadow of a day.
You're wrong,
So wrong.
I can't even explain,
Can't think to describe,
How sick.
How hurtful.
How utterly opposite your accusations are.
I've lost your trust?
Well you've lost my hope.
No wonder isolation comes to mind.
Hint,
Hint,
Do you catch my drift?
My day is a shadow,
When you accuse of Black Lace.
There's no obvious remorse.
Like maybe you like to accuse,
Like maybe I like isolation.
Like Black Lace,
In the shadow of a day.
You're wrong,
So wrong,
Can't even think to explain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This nocturnal poem flows just like a song...Well penned, thanks for sharing, Luna :) A.