Put a hand on my heart
and ease the pain.
Tell me I'll start
to heal again.
Whisper so softly
and tell me it's fine.
Hold me so gently
and tell me you're mine.
I know I'm insane,
my head in the air.
Sometimes I'm drained,
full of despair.
That's why I need
your hand on my heart,
Because when I bleed
I won't fall apart.
And say to me
with your honey-eyes
What I can't see,
and in me dies.
Put a hand on my heart
and yet we'll remain
Too far apart
to ever explain.
(London, August 2002)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That's why I need your 'words' on my heart, Because when I bleed I won't fall apart