a stained soul
of love & pain,
heart beat was weak
but still it sang,
a repetitious melody,
of a time still
stuck in memory,
now waiting
is all that i ever do.
yet waiting
is all i that ever knew..
but the sex
subsides the loneliness,
& masks the things
that i have missed.
a little piece of
artificial happiness.
& words of
what could have been true.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem