Tell me what you want from me
For I have given up reading hungry eyes
Staring at the pit of my soul won't help
For it was ripped apart at the get go
A mumble is all I can afford
For my eloquent speeches have long been silenced
Oh yes that burning love still rages
For though it was doused several times
It can burn without fuel or air
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem