Lost to apathy
drowning in your presence
And I have no idea
Of what's good for me
But I have an idea
Of what un-numbs me
I think I can find
more of me. Finally
Suicidal tendancies
But so not ready to die
The thing is, my darling
Is I love my life.
Lost to apathy
Dying in your eyes
And I have an idea
Of who I am inside
This ever-ending life of mine
Seems to be a ball
In the mirror, I see myself
And i don't like ME at all
A wretch, a skumbag
A 'Nothing' in essence
And I start to see the beauty
Of inhaling your presesnce
Your touch is so inviting
Your eyes are so enticing
The sense of you is pleasing
And your smile is bewitching
Lost to apathy
And maybe I should be
I can't help but be enthralled
The feeling. So pulchritudinous
Lost to apathy
Dying in your eyes
And I have an idea
Of who i am inside
Strangely beautiful. Uneven tempo suggests confusion, ending conveys hope in spite of it all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think this is my favourite out of the new poems of yours ay but hold on... let me read them all and then decide ;) i like ur flow in this one..... Bueno! ! !