It always seem to be the same thing
Different scenery but same storyline
I was doing so well, and than
You had to bring it all up again
Say it again
Show me again
Made me feel that again...
And now...
I am standing all alone
Yet again...
You not here
You nowhere to be found
Why can’t you let things just be?
Do you find pleasure in all this?
I can’t keep on doing this with you
I can’t keep on doing this to ME
Can you just be honest
With ME, with YOURSELF...
What do you want
What do you want from me
We just can’t keep doing this...
(c) Lizelle Leasel Martins
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Knowledge of self is mother of all knowledges.