Would we still touch
If you remained here
With me, on this plain
Sipping on dirty sunlight?
Do you watch me, from
The deepest ground as I
Beat on my chest, heavy
With bloated love?
Do you remember to cry
Knowing I'm finally as lost
As I've always pretended
To seem, falling into
My own crazed, bloody verse?
Do you promise to haunt me?
Do you promise to haunt me? I haven't come across anything that would encapsulate the pain and despair of losing someone better than this in a long time. Great work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ahh, here it is- a new verse for Halloween, endowed with rich emotion for plunderers. A beautiful eye opener.