Do you know my secrets, everything i keep
Can you really say you know exactly whats bothering me
How would you sum up the real me
Did you know i was a romantic
That i love an adventure
I drink coffee at midnight
I laugh when nothings funny
Have you noticed i'm over sorry
That i apologize for being me
That i love poetry and i feed off creativity
There are so many flaws about me
How well do you know me
Do you know my hopes and dreams
How much have you seen
I've done some awful things
There's an emptyness inside me
Alot of things are missing
But you have nothing to compete with
How much do you know of me?
I prefer to live in my books
They have better tales to tell
Their ideas of life seem so easy
That it's easy to lose sense of reality
Could you say you know the real me
If you had a question, would you ask me?
Does it worry you that theres more than you have seen
Are you able to trust me?
I know one thing about you GH, you are going to be a great poetess. You express your self very well already. Keep Writing. 9 from Tai
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I would like to translate this poem
If we never trust, then we can never really know, expand, grow You sound to me like an open hearted, not gaurded hearted person, and from what I can gather this is a very brave thing indeed these days. Don't listen to dark trolls that wait for your blood under bridges for they live in the murky waters and their sight can be so poor they often just notice other trolls or are just full of shout, beleiving that they own your bridge.Rubbish! No-one does! Go find your green pastures, for I feel that something much bigger is yet to follow you. Love Duncan