I come here in the mornings
and all you do is sleep
you complain that I ignore you
and how I refuse to speak
The tension now descending
our bond begins to strain
all the effort put in this
left nothing for us to gain
The breathing sharply shortens
and life begins to leave
our connection sure is dying
let's rest it here in peace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hmm This poem was nice and interestin