lying in bed awake
i think of you and all that we had
imagining all the love that we concerted
i think of what the future could have been
imagining how everything became so corroded
i think of all the lies and promises broken
imagining the tears you caused without regret
i think of how life will not improve
imagining if true love shall come before death
i think of the repulsive and not of the rewarding
imagining what i would do if you were not the one
i think of a never ending void of darkness
imagining a way out until i am drained
lying in my bed falling deeply to sleep
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem