i am at the
center of your
attraction and
you make me
happy
at night when
you are not
around
i ask myself
if this is
really
true
i rely on
gut feeling
there is this
ceiling that
keeps on
pressing me
to the
floor
it knows how it
feels to
be inside
a coffin
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem