To come up with rhymes
requires the necessity
of breaking a heart.
Is there a savior out there?
Please let him know
that I’ve run far and wide.
I might never know
if my time to run is up,
but for now I’ll hide.
My words bleed for me
they’re meant to breathe
but I deserve to live.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem