thinking that it was my last breath as my heart pounded as the tears fell from my face and into a puddle, as i wipe the sweat from my forhead and drips off my hand i realize that this is my life one big puddle. because im thinking this is always my last breath.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Commendable work...much creative verve employed.Write On, Lexis! ~ FjR ~ ..2008..