There is a scar,
Upon my heart.
Dig your fingers
Into it and tell me,
If the pain still
Tastes just like you.
Surely not coz another do not feel the same way of emanation.Quandary of hearts therefore in qualms of emotions never understood by the object the way wants the subject..Well written
Nice poem... In a few lines you created the taste.... Excellent work....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i like the link in between pain and taste and whomever you are talking about, wonderful twist