Hear my cry in the night,
Sense the anxiety in my moves,
See the pain in my eyes,
Talk to me and to my other self,
The insecure one that needs you,
The shy one that blushes when you smile,
The fragile one that needs to be loved.
Wow, so very poignant and truthful about many of the insecurities we all feel. Excellent Ivy. All the best, Seán
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A way of seeing through the dark.Your words have become the torch in this one.Great write Love duncan