WHAT is happening with life?
What with me?
I'm free,
although your eyes make me think I'm not.
Those lips
and their furious kiss drag me in.
I'm left alone
wishing you were with me.
Hmm..memories can hold us back from being free to move ahead and find another. Nice write!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poem with good message. Keep it up.