Upset you've made me
Why won't you understand
I need to go slow
with you holding my hand
Rushing....theres no point
time we both own
so why own't you wait for me?
I was lifted up then thrown
Catious I comprehend
that I don't need to be
But thas how I am
That is just me
So either except what I am
with all my faults and worries
Or leave me now
because I refuse to hurry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem