That’s my devotion towards you,
but why does it prevent me from you?
Why must it be this hard?
Why can’t I face my fears?
Why do I not possess the courage?
Am I frozen in time waiting to finally make the right move,
Or is it your radiant glow.
Do I want what I can’t have?
How much do I believe in truth?
And where does it go from hear?
Will I strengthen over time and distance?
How long will it take, and is it guaranteed?
What am I saving myself for?
I know it will come together; deep down I know. On the surface lies a layer of doubt which I have no defence for. Hope that the truth is in fact what I believe, and one day the pain will go away, is fleeting away.
I will cry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem