With edges burned
Frayed
Torn
And even worse lost
I am but a simple girl
No memories
Hopes are gone
Love is shattered
Dreams scattered
Your words kill me
But your voice brings me back
I have no desire for you
But you make me feel
All that I never felt
But what we are is more
For we never were
But are
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is an element of depth and an emerging view of pictures larger than the world you inhabit. I am intrigued. Im sure in time to come there will be some great poems from you. You remind me of what I read about Pessoa - The Portuguese poet of heteronyms. If you can wade through them, you may find a kindred soul. -Baru Gobira