not enough
never enough.
not for him..
she never was and never would be
but she still wants him
every piece.
she still considers herself all his..
she knows she shouldn't yet she can't resist..
why.
she was one phone call from her knees.
and now she at eye level with the floor.
she is the forgotten.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem