without a fuss
the days have found us
wondering in the dark
scratching my chest
you left your mark
do what you do best
and i will come back for more
please don't feel like a wh*re
you are the morphine
i have injected into my veins
passion so obscene
guilty, sping shower rains
the stars have bled the answer
we have to open our eyes
love has become the cancer
we burst out with crys
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem