I dove into the deepest crevices
the darkest part of me
Buried was the feeling
I said I will never set free,
To miss you means to let this go
Untie the binds and once again
say, after ages.. Hello
Then curse myself on repeat
I should have never remembered this.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a beautiful poem Kimberly Joyce Roguis