Trembling like a frightened dog
Quiver like an old man in a nursing home
This is losing your mind
When your heart is already gone
My wounds are still fresh
I feel the burn
This is to finding love
and then losing a turn
Here is to love
and here is to loss as i lie and waste
Sad like a crip with no tongue
searching for the taste
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem