My heart is pounding so hard
That the only thing I can see
Is the red that blurs my vision
My breath is coming so fast
That the only thing I can hear
Is the unsteady rhythm
My skin is numbing so clearly
That the only thing I can feel
Is the tingles passing through me
My pain is coming so smoothly
That only these tears that fall
Is dulling the memory
But it all disappears
When he comes back to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem