You touched my skin
but I backed off;
I didn’t ask anything of you.
You played with my hair
but I backed off;
I didn’t want any games.
You moved over to embrace me,
but I backed off;
I didn’t need comfort.
You reached over to kiss me
but I backed off;
I didn’t need overvalue.
You stood up and left
but I wanted you to hold my hand;
I didn’t want special, I wanted sincere.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem