It’s like a rose pricking your thumb
Or the beating of a drum
When you look you see right through me
This is because death came to me
In the darkest hour of the night
I bled till I could see the light
If you had said you loved me so
Would this have happened I don’t know
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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short but with a strong point very powerful keep writing