I remember that time
I was about to kill you
But my hands shook and my body froze
The knife clattered on the ground
I realized then that could never kill you
Even if you hated me
Even if you tried to kill me
It that right?
Does that make me a fool, or a coward?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
no.. we dont have that kind of hate- enough to kill.. thankfully!