January 28,2009
all the sound is just noise,
violently trying to drown everything else out.
i cant seem to come to grips with this.
it feels like ive been here before, because i have.
i thought i learned the first time but i didnt,
and the pain is still the same.
im cold and empty, and emotionally spent.
i'd come at your beckoning call.
i'd die just to hear you say the words.
more because i need someone to say them,
not because i want it to be you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Not because i want it to be you..i just want me to feel new' :) just kiddin... Keep it goin gal.