Claim
You say you know I'm hurting,
And that you're hurting too;
Why, when all this hurting,
Is but because of you!
You say I hurt you once or twice,
Or every time I leave;
Alas, when you're with me it's vice,
Or vice you make-believe!
It's fine if you let go for once,
And tried the other side,
And gave yourself perchance a chance:
To've lived before you've died.
It's fine if you're afraid at first—
A leap of faith just take—
A heartbreak is never the worst,
But bliss you did forsake!
You claim we're both yet hurting,
Oh, when this hurt would end!
We both know you do have the key:
The hell with this my friend?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
My claim is that Claim is polished, well constructed piece of poetic craftsmanship, is my claim! ~FjR~