Dictionaries can't define
Excatly what lies
Between these day old sheets
Stained with desperate heartbeats
and these walls with dreamy eyes
Can't hold lust,
Quite like your arms can hold us
Forever and a day
isn't long enough a reason for me to stay
and cave
Becoming a slave
to lies
Named
Love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the difference with a spider and a passionate kiss? it both ends up in undoing the fly :)