Short Lovedeath Poems

The Lonely Bullet

There rusts a bullet
With your name
Within my heart;
For a long while.

Yes, it could be easily removed;
But alas, with my life alone.
And as you know,
I don't want to die;
For death is not the name of love.
And death is not the end of birth.

Therefore let it be there,
The lonely bullet.
Because it is my second heart.
Let it be there;
For we are twins,
Male and female,
Man for short.