i just found myself a old poem of myself
i wrote it many years ago
and the weird thing is if i read it old feelings come back
but what exactly remeber of that time that i now know
so i write this poem in hope that i will get some inspiration for my mind
and weirdly enough it helps
but sometimes i think what a useless talent
even if it is kind
all you do is wright you'r thoughts and feelings
and make it rhyme so it sounds suiting for the soul
you show your irritations trew your hand
instead of letting it rott in your head that empty bowl
sometimes i wonder
is it so hard to make you'r feelings last on a piece of paper that you can keep safe for 10 years
and than trow it away
cauze it gives to many hidden tears
did i tried to hide it so i don't have to face my fears
i don't remember much but the feeling feels new
like i never felt it before
i found a hidden hallway
and opened a secret door
but i'm happy to open it
it isn't a surpize anymore
and i allways find secret hallways
of that i'm sure...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem