To turn back the hands of time
To undo the things I have done
To say the things I thought
To get back all the time I have wasted
If it would put you in my arms again
I would risk it
Risk the loss, risk the chance and relive any pain
To go back to the day
To just have the chance
To say one-tenth of what was in my mind at that time
I'm a slave to my emotions
It's hard to express them
While I sleep alone in the night
Your image always comes through my mind
I cuss myself for being silent
I want to speak up my mind
Get these trapped feelings out
I thought I had nothing but time
No, that was a lie
I told myself to keep it bottled up
But these emotions will make me numb
Lies are my sins
My silence will continue to punish me
And my fear to express these trapped thoughts will drain me
My pen is my release
It's like an orgasm to my mind
It keeps my tears back and out of view
At times I'm not sure what to do
To whom to open up and talk to
Till I decided to write down all my thoughts in this book
And show the wandering eyes what kind of pain I took
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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