I am what you want
I wonder will I be forever
I hear that this can be fatal
I see two way to go
I want to go one way
I am what you want
I pretend that all this this is peculiar
I feel that I'm sleeping in a cradle
I touch but I cant see
I worry that all this will became ancient
I cry that all this is far real
I say 'don't let it go on a gallows'
I dream that you will love me
I try and try to let it go but I cant
I hope that someday...
I am what you want.
Giana Rosa
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem