My love for you never dies
What should i do?
I kill it
I dump it
I rebuke it
N I blame it
I do all sorts of nonsense things
Still at the end of the day
When I lie on my bed
My pillow which is still damp from last night tears
Asks me, 'What happened today? Did he ask for you? '
And this sends a new volley of tears
dampening my pillow even more so
To ask me again the same question the next day
What to do
My love for you is still alive
beautiful poem, well penned, , , keep them coming sister! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem is beautiful