My mind runs
My eyes fill
My mouth is wet
My thoughts are heavy
My chest is tight
My heart aches
My arms are week
My belly is empty
My warm place is cold
My feet hurt
You see... my soul is lost, my prayers are lost.
My beliefs are misplaced
My my's have turned into me.
It's me that wants your mind, me that wants your eyes.
I want your mouth and to be heavy on your thoughts.
I want to lay on your chest get in your heart.
Be held by your arms, I want me in your belly.
Me in your warm place.
Me laying on your tights.
Me walking with your feet.
Me as your soul mate.
Me in your prayers.
I want you to have me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem