i try to figure you out.
your like a puzzle that has a couple pieces missing.
the pieces that are missing are the pieces that would complete the puzzle.
the biggest mistake i made with that puzzle was to throw it out.
later on i found the pieces i was looking for were there the entire time.
they were just a bit more difficult to find.
they were hidden.
just like my feelings.
hidden and stored away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem