here it, starts
to end
right no
w.
your eyes
starting to melt
me
lt
as i watch.
and my
heart breaks.
[im so cliche.]
and
i want to
run
away from you
dont want
to
watch you die,
but
i
m
scared if i
run you
will fall
chasing
me.
so this it
how
it ends:
with your
slow decaying
and my
slow
unwinding.
[oct.13. oh-eight.]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
so this is how it ends... nice creation