My hands shake
And I will them to stop.
Theres a logicall answer to this,
I know I have to be feeling somethin.
I know that this shaking has a reason.
Yet, I take a calm breath
Putting my hand to my eyes.
I don't know what I'm feeling,
I don't know if its true.
If it's true, what should I do?
It's not fear, nor anger
Or anything like that.
It has always been the thought,
That I can never stop trying to feel
My heart break all over again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem