Sometimes I ask myself if your worth it,
but then again I just smile,
and think: what a silly question,
so much I long to tell you,
just as much I want to show you,
could you believe the truth,
would you want to hear it,
then I think of the pain it would cause,
if you could somehow see behind the show I put on,
I see you peek over the fence sometimes,
but then you put back on that all too old blind fold,
and I ask myself if your worth it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i love this piece...its sweet...plan to read more of your poems