Giving up seems so sweet
Giving up is what I need
He pulls me up
Just to push me down
He holds me close
Than turns away
Is he my Angel
Or my Demon
Is he what I need
or what I desire
Does he love me
or Does he loath me
Am I safe with him
.....or will he hurt me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A person has a million faces, it would be impossible to make a fixed decision. I suppose it depends on which face he wears most often. Lovely writing, you've offered some great contemplation, and that's what good poetry does.