The icy blasts of he arctic wind, are what I live through each day.
How I wish for you to open me, as the light cuts through the painful darkness.
I have no real emotions but what I feel for you is undesirable.
I often fantasise about the way you enter my life day after day, but how you only want me when it suites you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem