Like a caveat for maternal love
And falling bricks in skies above
A group of people talking
Until the moment that you walk in
A sent message that isn’t returned
A loved one’s heart that’s never earned
And all things painful in between
That’s how it feels to live unseen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ouch! Don't like the sound of any of those! Moyaxx