I'm sick of this silence,
and I need to get out.
But I'm entrenched in my anonimity,
losing this final bout.
I can never find the words,
to make you see.
That what I want for us,
is more than it seems to be.
Or maybe you can tell,
that I want to be with you.
And you chose to say nothing,
cause you want me to make the first move.
Well as much as I want to,
I'm sorry to say.
That I'll never have enough of whatever it takes,
to make you want to stay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well you can not imagine how many girls have been through this stage.. things work out with this guy or another who is willing to show more! good poem! HBH