I see it coming in my dreams
A smoking gun; red on white
I do not cry, I smile
It is fate by choice, not by God
This was my decision
Love must be protected
Bang Bang Bang
It is my end...
Or is it?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very cryptic and dark...that one line love must be protected speaks volumes...nice word choice