i promised you
it will be the
last, and it was
never that way,
i begin again
with you, and
you never say
any word, and i
keep on saying
this will be
the last, and
then you are
free.
you never
asked what is
freedom in
the first place.
there is a hazy
world inside your
eyes.
i want to be
there, to die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem