Theres an confined jar inside
Under a layer of muscles and mucus
A jar of unspoken words
And unresolved feelings
Your voice opens the jar
Your face opens the jar
Every single little
Thing about you
Opens this Pandora
I cover my eyes with yours
I shut my mouth with your fingers
I bind my hands with your ropes
You're my favorite syndrome
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i can kinda visualize this almost. metaphor for somebody holding you back? i like it. keep it up, keep it real.