In love I've lost control, Given myself into darkness in hopes of finding light. I find comfort in the thought of one's love pointed my way, and misery in the thought of loosing what never was given a name. the nameless lover who have consume my soul and never named me. for what is a name if you are affraid to use it. affraid to touch but for only empty moments of twisted lovers bliss. to discard me when I get to close to the tatered heart you bury deep inside. Discarded and broken I where your scar, without a name, without a claim, I love the soul and never give her name.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem