just surfing and
chatting
with friends and
acquaintances
nothing to love
no one worthy
the face of love
shredded by the
shard blades of
broken memories
from now on
he says it's all about
the flesh and nothing
about the spirit
nothing to love
nothing worth it
someone to have sex with
at night
someone to fill the emptiness
and the void
someone to talk to
during late dinners
someone to say goodbye
hellos not that warm
what is true love?
he does not know anymore
since then,
since then,
when his heart was thoroughly
broken.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem