So many things I'd like to say to you
But it's not like my words matter anyway
So many things I'd like to share with you
But when I'm close you always fade away
And I said I'm sorry
For what I have done to you
But I didn't know then
How much I could hurt you
Shamed by the way we fell into dust
Sickened by the way I still crave your touch
Saddened by the way that I let you go
Haunted by your presence that I'll never know
But I said I'm sorry
For what I have done to you
But I didn't know then
How much I could love you
i think this is my new favorite, what is that called anaphora? shamed - sickened- sadened- haunted- its very good, as always
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this poem a lot, really picks up pace and feelign at the end. respect, JB