My emotions bottled inside.
Should wear them with pride.
The love I have for you.
The only thing of value.
Sharing is the hardest thing to do.
Should be what I pursue.
Fear of rejection is to real.
Your love by another to steal.
The pain which I have to bare.
A wish I could declare.
Your loss would be devastating.
Down with my armour plaiting.
A target to my heart.
For you to tear apart.
Live with this sorrow.
To be friends tomorrow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem