I’d drink a bottle of your tears
and eat a pound of your pain
to take away what never should have been yours
in the dead of night I will wrap them up
and bury your heartache in the desert
I would do that only for you my love
I’ll take care of what isn’t mine
so that you can live and laugh again
so cut out that rotten heart
and hand over the poison inside.
I’ll stitch you up good as new
and give you a reason to smile.
1-21-08
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a stunnig poem.... Ric S Bastasa refers to the heart in the desert like a dried-up raisin... this brings that to mind... read some of his poems too. You will enjoy them. Well done. Yuri xxx