I kissed the hollow at the base of her throat
just to taste her again
it only serves to remind me
that its always the heart that breaks first
the soul shatters in response
she was never mine
she's nothing to me
but a passing haze
a maze of emotion
broken
unaware of the horrible timing
but what are you to do
when the future can't be foretold
and hindsight is blinding?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem