I lay awake, up late at night. Eyes staring into the pitch black. This hole in my heart is spreading a sinking feeling of doubt, false hope, and loneliness throughout my being. I can Feel the life in my eyes dull as I regret thinking that was the last day our lips should meet. I can still feel your warmth from the bitter feeling of cold loneliness lingering in my chest.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem