Empty bed don’t tell lie.
I grab your face and look your shy.
The teasing lashes
Makes me weak
As, Empty bed don’t tell lie.
I roll my fingers down the navel
The shivering lips
Make me kiss
These memories are rotting
Flow of poison is where i die
Empty bed don’t tell lie.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love will come back to you
Thanks for responding. That is true. Your poems are very intense and touching. I wish you write more poems. You are not active on the site lately.
But it will not be the same as before