Kiss my blue, trembling lips good night,
Tell me it's going to be alright,
I feel as if I'm in a race,
A race for love,
A race for someone to be my life saving dove,
Like the one from Noah's Ark.
As I listen to silence in the dark,
Not knowing what to expect,
And wanting all from him is respect.
My only solution is meth,
Or maybe death.
What do I do?
Do I despise you?
Or do I love you?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem