You rise from the dead
To sit on my soul, to
Sufficate me.
Love stronger than the
Death of your pressence
Chokes me.
I miss you.
Your perfection kills
My indifference.
I've given in to loving you.
Our conversations and confidences
Are buried.
I'll never hear your voice
Again.
God give me lotus!
May my ghost
Haunt you
The way you return to me.
When I'm content and loved;
Your ghost
Kills me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Do not so ask or it will be so given positive way more so forgiven Thank You