Your my dream when i overdose
your my heart when it stops
your my brain during the 7 mins of overtime
your my love even where theres none to give
your my thoughts when im numb
and your what i think about when everyones not thinking
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Quite interesting poem. The poison is treated as the elixir to extend the life! Good! !