The breaths you take
won't stop the commotion.
And the sunlight dancing
Around your speckled skin
Whispers dangers unheard of,
And your life soon halts.
Time and lovers abandoned
Handfuls of mistakes,
And you hold them all.
You hold them all
In your fragile hands,
Way beyond your years.
You are a core of golden ore,
Surrounded by perpetual beauty
But you're afraid of the mess you'll make
Your mistakes littering the floor,
your light refracting into the eyes of traffic
But darling your hands long for treasure
And the world won't mind the madness
Great poem concerning reality and the mentality of the world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem with a strong and profound sense of emotions.