Old Love

I’m lost in translations. Get my thoughts rescued or help me escape this void. This tormented life makes a nuisance with unheard noises deep down in my vein. I wish to lift up my body up but it’s all ashes now. Should I be living in this shallow prisons of thoughts or should I pierce a way through it not just with my head up but with my soul in it. I’m just lost in translations. Translation of the word “LOVE”.Jealous suspicion replaces delicate trust. And then suffocates, the haunted soul relentlessly. My heart was lost the day I met you, you who knew how to torture it so well. OLD LOVE.