I’m giving in
Or up.
I think it’s over for us now...
Knowing what I know
Having done,
What I did for you...
I think it’s over...
Time for the doll to go back to her shelter...
I’m not ready to be in love
To hold on
to fight for us.
I dance in the sunlight,
Trying to forget
What I knew to be
The only love I’ll ever know...
I’ve given in.
Or up,
It doesn’t matter now,
Like blood on the thorns
Of a dying rose,
I’ve filled my purpose and
Made you see,
The sexuality inside
I’m giving in
Or Up,
Depending on how you see it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem