I do
I don't
I do
I don't
Plucking petals from the flower
My convictions fluctuate
Always completely sure
But if you just wait
Another minutes goes by
And I'm back to fear
A heart-wrenching tie
I've shed more than one tear
From hot to cold
From yes to no
From meek to bold
From friend to foe
A choice between cursory affection
Or unrequited desires
Spiralling emotion
Tunnelling down into raging fires
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Elizabeth, funny how we're willing to randomly place our fate in the pluck of a flower petal. I like the indecisiveness... good write! Brian