If I could write you
A thousand words or two
Not one of them would be true
Cause what is the reason
When it's just a treason
To open up my mouth
And let all my words out
Or when there's nothing left
Only words and regret
But words on paper burn
And regret is infirm
Now the whole world is gone
The world where truth belongs
I've used up my last wish
It will happen soon... ish
Or just never at all
But either way I'll fall
To pick myself up again
And live the life that's meant
Live a cursed existence
Even though life like this
Is always in between
Not quite human it seems
I know better than to fight
The destiny that's right
I should have gave up then
Before it got out of hand
But it's too late
To wait for truth
But it's too late
To wait for joy
But it's too late
To wait for change
But it's too late
To try to wait
If I could write you
A thousand words or two
They would all be 'I love you'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem