I am in a room
full of beautiful things
and thoughts of mine
then you come
and take away
the best of me
like a hungry bird
stalking the ground
for a piece of bread
you cough
and sneeze away
my peace of mind
you come
and take away
the best of me
a horror story
with no romantic ending!
the forceful wind
stabbing you in the back
you move around
because you have to! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem