Sometimes not knowing is the most
Underrated feeling.
There's so many questions that branch
Off into desire.
Not once do we realize that potentially
That narrow bed is best the way
that it is now.
Without the warmth of promise.
The hardest part knowing,
No one has ever looked at me
The way you do.
when I turn over, sometimes
I see your face
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem