whenever my heart
stops to think,
I am overwhelmed with loss
and full of mostly disbelief,
a thief that's left me no relief.
I am never sure how it breaks
in and helps itself;
leaving me with little hope
but I like to think
there will be a recovery.
whenever my heart
stops to think,
it is seeking a discovery
of the truth.
it has something
to ask you.
it needs to know
your touch.
perhaps it needs
reassurance.
but my heart is afraid
that it is asking for
too much.
whenever my heart
stops to think,
it turns gray
stressed over
what it should say.
whenever my heart
stops to think,
I wonder if one day
it will face defeat.
leaving it hollow
without a beat.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem