you know it burns the very light out of you
steals the show
makes away time seem pointless
and conversations nothing but
fingertaps
on the table.
we know it hurts like a grimace
when it's gone...
too painful to bear
too piercing to forget
too many 'whys' as
we do it
again and again
and again.
Beautiful. one..sister..love is always pain when it goes away..but its the most beautiful thing in the world everyone has to touch nd feel it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love is bitter-sweet and it is always better than none at all...Well-written.10/10