you’ve come to taste the lips of sorrow
that whisper haunt through a broken dream
you’ll put off your love until tomorrow
I’m an unplanned thing or so it seems
you’ve come to taste the lips of sorrow
and the lips parting open desert crack
I guess you might be coming back tomorrow
but first will you checklist it check
if your pauses pause if your stops can endure
if your breaks just break us if this love has a cure
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem