Running water floods the way,
And opens the heart untill things decay,
Letting old wounds become the living flesh,
Born again by two drunken breaths,
An although X and X lay side by side,
Its still a betrayal,
It still hurts inside,
So I sit here and wonder,
Asking myself,
Why would two who seem to love me,
Cast me aside
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem