Tell me about your love affairs
Tell me about your moral resignation
I want to hear all the lurid details
I want to die today
And make love with you in my grave
All day
Is this love of ours a lie?
Is it killing me alive?
Is this love of ours a lie?
Is it chemically derived to ascertain
and sequester the pain?
Is this love of ours a lie?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Now this is what I call a poem. I totally hate the 'luv' poems you see here, but yours TOUCHES. And there is so much to think about.