Feel of her hair
Touch of her fingers
Thoughts of her smell
Dreams of her here next to me
In this cold winters night
Came out of nowhere
And brought upon me
Unbearable pain
That increased in intensity
As the night went on
Where would I go from here?
Where could I hide?
It's gona leave me
Breathless and confined
Nick Kler
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem