I hate when words come out wrong.
In such I would like to make them right.
I feel as if your soul is holding my heart.
In truth,
It is me holding your sight
To my soul.
And it is I,
who is not letting go.
It is not our past
Or anything such.
It is brand new.
As I never knew you.
I don't know you.
But, I want to know you.
I want to know what it's like,
For your eyes to love.
For your hand to touch.
For what it is to taste your lips,
And know your bite.
Though I mean that in moment
To be ever so slight.
Yes, I may have done...
Many of these things.
I have in truth,
done not one of these things.
That spoken pain I feel?
It is beautiful,
As it is real.
That, and it may be,
the only piece of you...
I can hold inside of me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a nice poem, Donnie. Read my poem, Love and L u s t. Thanks.