i told her how i feel,
i pronounced the feelings inside me,
like a flower at spring,
blossoming-articulating its inner beauti,
but still i find myself reeling,
i find myself still speaking,
speaking non stop with no thoughts to capitulate,
at times i say words that are like decapitated-headless words that sound meaningless and useless but yet right to use,
i find myself speaking like a demented being,
trying to recite the encyclopidea of love,
but it exasperate you see.; speaking to someone like you are talking to a stone-something emotionless.
every second of a minute i have with her i endeavor to turn my feelings into this visible paint-more visible than the color white, and my tongue into a brush and start painting this picture for her to see my gustrious image of love, .
but oh, she just cant see,
she just cant want to let me free,
and consent...
could it be that i am saying mute words to her? could it be that when speaking to her i stammer hence she seemingly be confound and tongue tied? could a be loosing my voice`s weight to you hence the words i say to you make no difference?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem