There's more here than you'd care to admit. More than you dare lay bare to the world.
I caught a glimpse behind the fog of your indifference.
Faint, but strong.
More pain in your smiles than many in their tears.
If I could reach in, I'd stay, If I could change a thing.
But there is no road to our future. No story of our names.
If one of us must bleed. I'm glad it's me.
Always.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem