My line
of burning desire
with hope has lost it's flame
My line has been cut
as if it was mine blood vain
to hold everyone´s pain
Like a rose
in desperate need for water
I am dry
my hands
have no hopes
no where to reach
I cry
salty bleeding tears
on my cheek bones
Now I must begin
again
I must
put together
every single sand dust
I must
build the strongest window
and learn to watch mine lost
Leave,
like you never did
I must admit
Time has had a taste of bitter vine
and its color has lost its beauty
and with a bitter taste in my mouth
precious time is lost
I loved you must dearly
Leave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice poem...............