I’m breaking bones every time we meet
I feel the sickness as it enters in
We got a love yet only so discreet
The cemetery’s where our lives begin
And I will…..wait for the chance to be
I hear the voices calling me
Eye to eye and skin to skin
A shining light is providing
Venetian Sky’s for a fist kiss
And I awake….. for the chance to be
Part of the love that you hate
Part of your property
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem