We used to talk about so much.
I miss the way my heart you touched.
Do you miss me too?
Like I miss you?
To pour out one’s whole dreams and hopes,
My hand for yours still does grope.
That once so tightly held me high,
But now has long gone said goodbye.
Twice I’ve told you goodbye on nigh…
Thrice I’ve told you so long, so high.
My chest is heavy,
Flooding like a levy.
It’s tight…doesn’t feel right
At this height…I feel too light.
I have to face my fears alone.
Be brave, my own, as you’ve shown.
I will always love you, for what you’ve done for me.
You’ve helped me to see, the real me I can be.
I’ll live my life the best that I can,
No more hiding, never again…ran.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem