Little do I know…
That everything I do,
I try to see it through.
There are nights where I yearn for your company.
A guy far away who has never really seen me.
Yet I foolishly think of you daily.
My story has begun to unfold,
Things to come which I have not yet been told.
A broken heart I hope won't scold.
I have been longing for an escape.
It doesn't feel near at this rate.
I am locked behind this gate.
You can say I am gentle.
So gentle I come across as feeble.
Don't lower your guard as I am very able.
I miss having that strange passion.
Which gives me a sense of freedom.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem