Each word I’ve said has never been herd.
Each word I’ve said can never be learnt.
Each word I’ve spoke has yet to be exchanged.
Each word I’ve spoke speaks your name.
Each word I’ve learnt has no meaning.
Each word I’ve learnt has no feeling.
Each word I’ve cried ends in a lie.
Each word I’ve cried will never survive.
It’s hard to be herd when your voice is calm.
It’s hard to be herd when your voice is silent.
It’s hard to be herd when you feelings are violent.
It’s hard to be herd when all you can think about is her.
Really well wrote. It's a great twist at the end to reveal you're talkin bout a girl and not just a sad time in life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow! great twist at the end. fantasic.