Poetry's alive,
but what's that other
thing that eats me...
There's living it,
as well as having it,
in mind...
I cannot live you all
my life,
And this is love, and maybe
why I write it,
Afraid that it might dry up,
more than a very arid desert
can bare,
So why beat me up - words?
I've given you the vow one,
which is where I want to be,
on top of all meaninglessness's,
Of course I love you,
I just don't trust you as much
as I want to..
And don't ever expect me to come
back crying again over -
Spilt words.
Marriage - is that poetical licence? n Poetry's alive, but what's that other thing that eats me...starting lines r very effective lovin it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
For so many days i am not getting any news.From facebook i could know he was hospitalised.