and with eyes like that, his eyes
they're taking away my soul
they're teaching me to kill
they're lacing me with guilt
and with hands like that, his hands
they're turning me black and blue
they're forcing me with you
they're proveing what we have is true
and with eyes like these, my eyes
they're burning from the tears
they're hiding all my fears
they're glassed over, like worn out mirriors
and with hands like these, my hands
they're raw from all my crying
they're blocking all his blows
they're linked within his own
This poem is beautiful It is almost like a song You could sing it over and over again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
All of your poems are amazing. Keep it up. I hope you check out mine. Some of them are okay.