I cant see.
Your anger hatred blocks my eyes.
Set your aggressions free.
Stop telling all your lies.
Why do you do this thing called hate?
When all in all its pain that you create?
Your emotions are bleeding from within you.
Crawling at your skin, Begging to be set free.
Open up your heart and let them seep through.
You might be able to say the words that are three.
I love you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
let the dead love bury its feelings..or it will rise again and cast a scent not one will dare to smell :)