I admit, I was wrong.
It wasn’t intentional.
I grasped too tight.
Too tight to something that couldn’t work.
I pushed you to the limit.
Expectations of what you should be.
There was too much in the way.
Too much to keep this going.
But Im never going to leave your side.
Know that I will be here, waiting.
When the time is right,
we will have our prize.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem