What were you and I?
So much once.
Still you watch over my shoulder,
and try to shelter me.
Don't keep things from me, anymore.
How can we possibley cope?
I loved you,
no, I love you.
I'll always love you.
You're inked in skin,
carved to my flesh.
Nicholas, why do we bother?
I'll drink and drink,
then spill my heart in your hands.
It makes me so sick,
things you say.
Almost seven days influenced,
because of something you'd done.
How ashamed are you now?
I'm embarassed for both of us.
Two peas in a pod,
two peanuts in a shell.
You tell me things,
no one would've thought about you.
And you see my soul.
I'm going to need you come night fall.
I'm going to need the thing you do best,
the love you give me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem