when the sorry comes
Words that you said
and wherefrom you know you'd never say them again,
Like those tears that did not come before
and now flows like a tide of your cheeks
Because;
That person you care about so much
where you made such a fight about something so small,
not even worth it,
causing you to hurt him and hit him so hard
You're sorry
You fear you lost him now and feel too guilty to ask anything at all,
You show your repentance
but say not a word,
taste only the saltiness from your flooded cheeks and
Just think 'know for gods's sake that i love you! '
Baptized by your own tears,
by your feelings smaughtered
you pass him by
until he looks up and smiles at you
what you had no longer hoped for,
came still so quite and unexpectedly
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a great poem, Vicky... enjoyed reading... a perfect 10++++