i got a fear
of never falling in love
and the tears after losing the feeling
of what i thought love was
like the dirt that's swept under the rug
my life be like bad characteristics
covered in bad blood
the joy of new birth
and the pain of growing up
the choice between giving my all
and giving up
the his and lows
the path of road i chose
it's my heart that froze
trying to ease my woes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem