Are we not of the same mother?
So why pick me to pieces
Watch me crawl on hands and knees
You always wanted more
But I could only give you all
And when I gave you my heart
With a condition to be careful with it
You gave it back
In bits
The whispered sighs
The knowing eyes
Temporary lies
Take the little money and go
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh dear... this feels heavy and delicate... HG: -) xx