We are nothing
But drawn souls
Wanting a beautiful
Picture of admiration
Empty bowl
Hands grasping
Children yearning
For a world
Of beautiful color
Black and white
Eyes of tender lust
It’s never enough
Touch me
All over my soul
Make me scream
The bowl’s empty
Fill me with you
Until my sorrow
Lingers to dust
We are nothing
But drawn souls
Wanting a beautiful
Picture of admiration
Let my colors
Relate to yours
Because I’m so sad
You must be too
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem