Rigid now
At the very thought of you
So warm once
When you wrapped yourself
Around me
Now, bone cold
Veins are ice
Unthawing.
You are a silhouette
Of your former self
Now I see through you
Your bare bones
Dismantling.
You used to stand strong.
My old love song.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it's rather a love sick reflection of an old you in an old song well put