The day I lost you I lost two lives
Yours and mine
So what words could possibly define
A love that felt so divine
But is now separated by the line
Of what we call life and death
Like a ghost I hide inside these walls
That create my prison I call life
It was only when I died
That I was able to decide
To leave everything behind
All I am now is a shadow
Of the struggles of the past
A true living reminder
That nothing perfect ever lasts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
true living I like it, good write, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.