Have cried more tears than I wish to remember.
My heart aches for a passion that is never found.
My body hungers for a touch that is never received.
I cry for the emptiness bound inside, and not for the end that has become.
I linger in my worthlessness, and wallow in my sorrow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Reminds me of a song by Sinead O connor, from my good old days. lovely write.