My poems are dark
My poems are deep
Not sure what to write
At times you make me weak
I showed you things
I could not speak
Always dark
Filled with gloom
I felt the mark
The mark was my doom
Happiness? Is that real
Why did you make me feel
I wanted to be locked away
My heart was safer that way
You took my hand
You are my life
Do you really understand
You saw my pain
You knew my strife
With your gentile kiss
Your loving hand
You are my wish
You understand
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem