How would you feel,
To not be love,
Words stuck in your throat,
Being a grey world.
Why am I in this,
Why can't I walk away,
Do I want to be treated like this.
Do I want to get away.
Is this the right choice,
Why am I do afraid,
Is it because I'm not ready.
How can I tell you,
Put this in words,
That I love you,
But I am speechless!
Full of questions. Ironic that that fact answers the main question; the cause quite nicely nearly subtly shown to be doubt and indecision. When I look back on similar stuff like this I wrote I think oops too. And then aaaaarrgh!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That word can be dangerous dude. Either it will make you or break you. Peace.