glistening are the thoughts of you
streaming through my heart
reawakening the heart break stew
sinking into the weak part
you seem to be a paint thinner
one that corrodes my soul
a high flying web spinner
rotting without the heart you stole
wrapped in you web of torment
choking and struggling for air
wondering what's your intent
and why you no longer care
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem