my murder was in 1983 were me and my friends bleed
how could they think about me when i was covered in red and slowly bleed for my love and savior
my savior is all i need to live and breath
among my friends slowly hovering over them leaving me
yeti still have my savior
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
my love and savor. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.