She is a lost soul,
With emotions flowing at a rapid pace.
Not understanding the reasons why,
The man she loves, thinks she is a disgrace.
Filled with anger,
Feeling out of control,
Filled with sadness,
No longer feeling whole.
She no longer knows how,
To keep his live for her alive.
Slowly and definitely surely,
Her heart will soon die.
Feeling as though,
Things between them are falling apart.
Sometimes wondering,
If he really even loved her from the start.
He claims he loves her.
But never saying just how much.
Wondering why, that at night,
He shutters at her gentle touch.
-Unfinished-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem