at the end,
you tend to critique
yourself.
find ways to change, and
perfect yourself.
to become whatever you have to be
to make somebody
want you.
searching for something to fix
when you never knew
it was broken.
but it's not your fault at all.
it's theirs.
yeah, they'll surely tell you that.
but there has to be something!
that wasn't quite
good enough.
then again, i suppose
if they can't love every
flaw
then maybe
they don't deserve you
at all.
loved it. Im still very new to all this but that was impressive, thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If you want to give us a biography of your life, do it in a poetic way. Poetry is about images not thoughts. Just thinking out loud here. No offense intended. Haven't heard from you in a while. How's the barn?