Dieing slow
my last seconds
all you don't want
crying on my shoulder
my last words
you say you don't want to hear
I love you my last words
you didn't hear
I'm dead
your begging for me to repeat
but I cant
to never hear those words from a loved once lips make me feel pain i thought i had lost do you wish to hear the words words can make thing feel very powerful be careful on how you use such power
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sometimes its too late to realized what 'I love you ' really meant... only know it when it is spoken the last time! Well penned, high marks.