Darling Poem by Ballerina With Fins
Darling
If you wish to kill me,
you should do it softly.
And then proceed to love me
like silk, like rough hay.
And don't you drive away,
like you did once, twice,
leaving me with only the
impression of a soft hug.
(Shoulders, heaving)
And left me wanting,
screaming, crying, hitting,
dying, dying, wanting;
if that's not love enough,
then I don't know what is.
This is a great poem. It struck a nerve with me, and a new poem, 'Still not knowing quite what to think of you', simply popped into my mind. Good write. Your poem flows so well. It has fluency of thought and form, and sounds lovely when I read it out loud.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/20/2024 9:58:02 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I agree with William, i too tried to say it aloud, and its wonderful.One we can all relate to. Preets