She pulled me towards her, embracing me
As if to strangle my inhibitions.
She did not speak.
And neither did I
Because such love could not be spoken
And was more beautiful when Silent,
With words left unsaid.
Sentiment.
Oh, sentiment,
That's all it is;
"A chemical defect found in the losing side of the brain",
That's all it'll ever be.
What an ironic thing to think
In a situation such as this;
Where love and loss entangle themselves in knots,
Left for the less fortunate to untangle.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem