Love,
Has always made me laugh.
As the reflection of my face is in that mirror,
It reaches out to touch me.
But instead I let go,
Watching the body fall.
Off that 10 story building.
As I cry,
With tears that are so cold.
I claim myself,
The murderer.
Of Luanne Stewart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem