I'm tired
It's late
I'm in pain
Where do I find comfort?
Where is the hand's gentle caress down my back?
The fingers tangled in my hair?
Where are the soft words'Are you okay? '
Where is the man who can cradle me
Pick me up when I fall
Stand beside me, lead me...and lean on me?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like your style, keep inspiring x