1/22/04
My mask will no longer live
To show this unknown water you’ve caused
But I’d rather clip my wings on you
Than to lose everything.
But then, you’re so far
To fill my longings
Pity I am, so stuck.
Babe, come closer to me
Can you read this rhythm within?
My music of pain?
How cold am i?
Please don’t let me give up
But really
I am..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem