I don’t know what kills me more
To keep the wound open and sore
I don’t what you’re now playing at
Always at me or on the attack
I don’t know what kills me more
The happy memories set like a law
Can’t escape these dreams of a past
Not sure if it could ever now last
Is there not enough of me
Is there too much of you
You keep taking
You keep cutting
Can’t give anymore you’ve taken it all
I don’t know what kills me more
This rolling storm from the core
Your kiss; a poison I’m intoxicated
Left emotions tangled and complicated
I don’t know what kills me more
It’s been so many years since the door
Slammed shut on any possibility
Of any such reprisal of matrimony
Is there not enough of me
Is there too much of you
You keep taking
You keep cutting
Can’t give anymore you’ve taken it all
I don’t know what kills me more
Or is that all you want me for?
I don’t know what kills me more
Or is that all you want me for?
Is there not enough of me
Is there too much of you
You keep taking
You keep cutting
And I’ll keep running
Passionately told. It's almost a song isn't it? Excellent transcription of emotions. HG: -) xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is such a cool write Vision Ghost, it is a difficult game to play, that of love, we all do it and it kills us all in the end, but like Queen says, we have to play the game....smiling at you, Tai, playing in the rain!