I don’t know how to say things,
May be because the best words are unspoken.
I don’t know how to listen,
May be because the best words are broken.
I don’t know how to share secrets,
May be because I don’t know whose my true friend.
I don’t know how to start things,
May be because I feel everything is coming to an end.
I don’t know how to raise my voice,
May be because I am speechless.
I don’t know how to give in relations,
May be because I get less.
I don’t know how to know all this,
May be because I need to know myself.
You make some really good points. An all to obvious one for some would be: 'I don't know what life is, because I have never lived myself.' You might like my 'I am (emotion) ' poems.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great start with a nice poem, Tina. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks