I don’t think we should speak,
Because this is getting hard,
For me each week,
Your leaving me scarred.
I hope one day,
We’ll meet for real,
It would be the best way
For us to feel.
It would be best,
For us not to speak,
You can’t protest,
For us this week.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this was really good i loved the rhyming in it! great jobb