I'll apologize first
Because love doesn't know
A goddamn thing
About timing
And these words
Can't really explain
The urgency
Of another night alone
Without your smile
This city is just walls
More a prison
Than a place to live
And living's what counts
Not this blood on a page
So I'll salt the wound
And end with this:
Forget about Summer
Winter, Autumn and Spring
Without a good chorus
No season can sing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
True words Chris...well said...thank you