How Could I
I don’t know why I feel this way
Simply because it’s not right
Can’t hold on the way it was before
Am I going to shun it and
Shut the whole world without the “angel”
The earlier, the better, it’s a cliché
And I think it’s the best way
Every time I do it, it pulls me around
I must do it but I how could I?
10: 02 a.m. Friday, July 16,2010
for a dear cousin
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem