Living off cigarettes and red wine
Never caring for emotions
Worshipping a stranger's body
As they violate mine
Music screaming in my ears
Holding back a moan
I choke, and it becomes a sob
My eyes burn as he leaves
And I go out and find
Another stranger to worship
Another song to listen to
Another packet of cigarettes
And another bottle of wine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
and you will be sad again...thats truth of now a days relationships