it is crazy
to think that something lasts forever
or someone
or love
it is too crazy for you
to think of me as a thing that lasts forever
or someone that you can always love
you go crazy
over something that you want to hold and cherish
forever
there is no such thing
perhaps such things as air
or of the spirit
of God and angels
i am not God neither am i an angel
when you hold me with such a grip
i begin to bleed
when you kiss me feel me
i am not forever
i am just this moment and then like a snap
of a finger
i am gone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem