resurrected
if only to die again
each kiss
a razor blade
each wink a sin.........
n i do not rise against you
n forgetfullness
more or less
i do it
to remember who i am,
so when death comes riding
his frozen pale horse
glinting in the eaves of winter
like a knight sent
to collect the love weve grown,
i do not fade into shadows........
no i carry my broken heart with me,
so even when we kiss
i feel the glass breaking
inside my chest.............
n you sit silent n stoic against the pull of
lonliness
your body lying to mine........
n we whisper promices
that were already broken before they crossed our lips............
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem