If you could only see
The way you make me suffer now,
How I pitch and toss around the floor,
Exhausted by the things you tell me,
Bored
With myself
And my open cuts.
We get sick to the touch
And the talk:
Better to sleep away the day
But sleep is harder to come by
Than four-leaf clovers.
Oh, Darlin',
I am in love,
But it’s frustrating to love you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Powerful stuff Patrick I know the feeling. This is the best poetry raw emotion just let it all out. Séamus