For every time I have to walk away,
For every time I'm left behind,
For every time an outstretched arm just can't reach,
For each knowing glance we know we can't show,
For each starless, half-less night,
For each drawn out, angled silence,
Know my heart is worn on your sleeve,
Or lies in your pocket.
Write away the weakness of my name,
And sign me to yours.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When your heart is in his heart, your name can be signed with his. Fantastic! (If Iam not correct in deciphering the meaning, please clarify.)