all the thing in my mind is gray
and this gray tell me a history
a history of love and pain
and love walks by death
my death...your death...
this feelings under my nose make me angry
why i can't be happy?
why i can't live this life trought those bad things?
and why...i have to die alone...?
the love make you live and the same time kill you slowly
make my love live.
but don't make the same love kill you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem