Your voice becomes silent, as you wait
leaving a war to erupt within the atmosphere,
an internal war begins
as I repeat the words to myself.
Three simple words
Three simple words
eight letters,3 seconds...
Three simple words...
A sigh escapes me yet no words follow,
my tongue grows sour with deceit
as my chest remains heavy with defeat..
what could possibly be holding me back?
I allow the air to remain quiet
looking anywhere else but into your eyes
the longing to be loved, and to love
remains within me
yet, I do not possess the courage to open my heart to you.
I'm sorry, I do not love you.
You finally speak and break the silence
the atmosphere; now awkward and relevant
I feel the disappointment seep off your skin
but my heart still refuses to let you in.
I'm sorry, I do not love you.
...I'm sorry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem