There is a coldness
deeper than a chill,
Within the idle time
which you try to fill.
Wasted sunsets
no longer set for you,
All your colors
fade to deepest blue.
Into the mornings
when you rise,
Wiping tears dryed
within heated eyes.
Comes a vision
you knew you'd see,
Those tangled feelings
won't set you free.
Oh, sweet misery
needs no introduction.
Open me,
to find instuctions.
My only wish
opens unto you,
Never let love
conceal your view.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem