Things are said and, things are lost.
When you are found I am lost.
Don’t tell me how you share your feelings
with those monsters, but show me how you fix me.
Things you do that make me insanely mad
Are things you go mad about.
You don’t know how you infuriate me.
Stay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a well penned catharsis in brevity...reminding me a little of my poem 'You Can't Conquer A Rock', , , , thanks for sharing