It’s something that makes me real
A feeling I’ve held concealed
That I have been waiting to reveal my entire life
I'm just hoping it turns out right
I don’t know how to act on my feelings
My thoughts write themselves upon my ceiling
Like a dream that will never become true
This is something I need to see through
So I hope you know I’m doing this for you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem