Sometimes in alone,
i feel like crying,
its only me,
to whom i am lying.
i am trying to control,
my own heartbeat,
the thing i am watching,
are my own feet.
leading to temptation,
this feeling is erupting,
this change is wrong,
this moment is corrupting.
i need your hand,
to set everything right,
i know you are the one who,
can understand my plight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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