Drown out, the voice that breaks the silence
And takes the joy out of everything
We made a plan that was subject to change
So whatever was it works out-
we both get the blame
And you took the wind right out of my sails
By sweating me out on all the little details
I want to trace your scars with
my fingertips, want to follow it's
fracturing line
Follow the fracture with my finger,
And watch it connect to mine
Allow me this one weakness
To shatter your thoughts just one more time
Mine have been torn apart enough,
I guess I wasn’t as tough
You used to know what I wanted to say,
Now my words,
they only get in the way
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
deep... i'm not sure i understand it, but i like your use of words...