Something is burning
and i look cautiously
and If is on me?
so distracted!
my box of match intact
subtle, under my skin
burning, see, burning!
Oh!
Something was cut
and blood flows
by the act of the knife sharpened
for my lack of attention
not in the same place
where my thoughts are
never the ideal stage to act
always destined for a ghost absence
You&So
I Decided Celebrate!
and drink all sensations at once
the cut, the blood, the burn
and unwillingly accepting myself
a love so long felt, wanted
one relief for my distraction
Yours words are always, i dont know, sometimes heal me! Thanks.
I dont know Poet. Really i am very angry with that poem. Thanks for trying understand! And love your comment.BB
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I would like to translate this poem
Thirst of love Fills heart with blood And burst heart With burning desire Distrusts mind with different thoughts And accept love With sense of reality