There is no was for you in your heart
Which is why there was no is for me
Some parts of yourself
You never to touch
Deeply denied they creep
Through the keyholes of your soul
Some parts of yourself
You touched too many times
Each touch fed hands
Too close to distrust
The keys is was never in my hands
You are free if free is what you want
Release yourself
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem