You don't know me
Stranger of another world
Intrigue your motive
You hunt me
I run like a frightened deer
Afraid of your honesty
Afraid to think even a little
That there is hope
Leave me be
Let me wallow in this self-pity
In my own favorite tragedy...
And maybe in the Spring
When the new seeds grow
I will let you in
Air out the darkness
Say farewell to the Winter in my soul
And let the sunlight shine on my face
But for now sweet stranger
Leave me be
let me wallow in this self-pity
In my own favorite tragedy...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem