My twin flame, I would've called her
She and I had so much in common
Though it might have been for the better,
I hate that I had to be gone
With so much going on in my world,
I cannot possibly welcome her yet
I want her so much, but it's blurred
"Promise you, what you see is what you'll get"
I hate this…
I don't want this feeling
I can't afford love nor bliss
I won't come back just to see her leaving
My plum, who's a dream
Oh, damn, what a shame
It is how it seems…
I am losing my twin flame.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem