If I knew in my heart,
I was right.
I would not fight...
I'd walk away.
Not from a feeling of weakness.
If I knew in my heart,
I was right.
I would not fight.
I would be bleeding inside...
From wounds I self inflict.
Knowing whatever I chose to do,
You would pick until I shared with you...
Ignorance.
And so much of that,
Has gotten us off track.
If I knew in my heart,
I was right.
I would not fight...
I'd walk away.
Hoping one day...
Your mouth would shut!
And your ears would open.
If I knew in my heart,
I was right.
Feels like hidden feelings has been unburdened through this poem...nice read.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Why desire to sing 'duets'? When one continues to hint, doing 'all' performances in 'solo'. So...how low should one go, to be convinced of this?