a memory of something good
fading away in my head
draining all thats left of me
makig me feel dead
thoughts i cannot control
wishes that never come true
secrets i keep locked away
stuff YOU never knew
im different than you think
there are things i dont say
i keep them to myself
save it for another day
waiting for the right time
to finally let you see
the person i really am
the person i'd rather be
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
idk how but that's cute in a way but i like this