When I see your face
See your smile
See your love
For someone else
I can't get rid of this chill inside
No hot shower can ease this ache
I know it just won't go away
You have pneumonia of the heart - oh! such a cold heart
And my God, does it turn my blood to ice.
You said you loved me, and I thought you did.
Now: how can I ever be sure?
I hope you know, one day, how it feels.
Maybe then you'll repent.
Maybe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem