I am colder than ice,
my chest an empty hole
you the weakness in me
my own lava
you hurt, and now I hurt- unable to save you
Making a fool of myself doesn't seem to do the trick
maybe fool's gold, but I can't help being just for you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Making a fool of myself doesn't seem to do the trick. Very amazing drafting shared on.10
Thanks for the vote and comment Mahakul.