needle stabbing my finger.
or my heart. or my ego.
when I heard your story.
that no longer laughing. no longer cheering.
selling vinegar. slicing my stomach.
or my heart. or my ego.
stop continue that complex story.
spinning my head. my mind. or my ego.
my ethic. that won't let you go.
from my side. from my eyes.
from my hands. that can't reach you anymore.
because my heart. or my ego.
don't want be hurt.
by someone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
u said it very well and truthfully.. a tip of my hat 2 u maria.. u are wonderful as this poem is too