You're like a cold
an uncurable thing
which seems so innocent
until breathed
Touching and wanting
and curing me still
you are like a drug
I am at your will
You come and you go
like a bat in night
and you leave behind a terrible sight
with blood shot eyes
and a watery grave
and you make me swear
my heart I'll save
Then it happens
just one more time
you walk back into my very life
and as if you were just another cold
and not the deadly flu
I let you in
and breath you in
just like I always do
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem