My eyes hold many secrets
Within their depths
And every one of them are
Screaming to be heard
By you
If you only cared to listen
But that would be
Impossible in this reality
Where you've decided
My existence is nonexistent
The wounds on my heart
Still open, unhealing
While all of your lies
Flow down from my eyes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very good poetry! Terry