A game of the passing
cards go round and round
your eyes burned holes
so strong noone
realized the brokeness
faced every day
The words sting
and pur from our eyes
yet we still say I Love You
Add another
solid tick mark
to the more and many more
uselessness swallowed
with water to dull
the pain. We do it in secret
Noone Knows the depths
of the hurt.
Deeper than anyone thought
We are eachothers
saviors, even if we don't
admit it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem