We keep trying to dicipher why the attraction
Like a moth is drawn to a flame
And when separated we are in suspended animation
Near death's door, unbearable.
Could it be that it's primordial?
Since the beginning, it was destined to be?
*work in progress* thank you....
4/23/09
8: 55 am
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem