When all I can think of is you
and what you do for me
I know I am alone
and when I feel alone
you come on harder
than ever before
and I get scared
and when I become scared
you become real
and as you become real
I become me
and as I become me
I cry
and the tears come from ankles
and wrists
and thighs
and the tears are red
not clear
and as they mix with misery
I think of you again
and how you do this to me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this poem, dear Grace, true meaning coming from your heart....real love...that most common people can not define, but the author him/her self....keep it on...Love, Romeo