As the painful thought of love runs through my mind,
As blood runs through my veins,
My heart stops beating.
The one I loved the most has left me,
He gave me no reason to live anymore.
As I lye on the living room floor,
A puddle of blood surrounding my almost lifeless body,
A flashing memory of his face runs through my mind,
Like blood that runs through my veins.
As I breathe my last breath,
As I see my last sight,
He leaned over to kiss me,
I realized that he still loved me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So sad..what love she thought is a suicide..blinded by forsaken impact of love... The directness of this poem is so unique that it comes provoking... Nice poem!