Sad the memories
in a lifelong conundrum
of yearning
I just don't know
anymore
how I feel about meeting
anyone
I'm too much like a color
hidden behind a silk screen
all that's seen
ever is a silouette
what's so special about that
I want someone to step through
I want someone to reach me
I want to be held deep
and penetrated further
I want
and that's the problem
so I'll withdraw
so I don't have to say
it's all my fault
one moretime
My heart is full like noontime
and
my role
is already on it's way
what else is there
i don't see much
else
for me
to do
i just don't know
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
going on no choice in that what life demands the heart always seeking and one day will be found for sure a powerful poem