My heart is dying
poor of love
I need it
I scream of it
My heart is dying
you have to save it
rescue my love
and murder the pain
My heart is dying
you play with it
you throw it in ****
now it's hopeless
you didn't fill up my senses
you played with me
like all the others
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem