I lay upon you my lips.
Kissing death as I reach my internal cry.
My love is not a mere shallow swell of endearment, nor a scam of deceit.
You love me?
As much as you say, you still lay at night with her.
You defend your words yet you call upon me for love,
Late night conversations.
Aimless intentions fill the room.
You never loved me at all.
You claim you care, want the best for me, the best is yet to come.
But you came and went?
How shallow your words seem to rise against me.
I slip away slowly.
My hear still remains unfilled.
You came into my life when I wasn't looking, and left with my eyes fixed upon you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
love is so fragile but strong as a rock!