Words that were never meant to be said
Or by the skeptical eye be read
Stole through my lips
Trickling through my fingertips
Alas! – they found their way to you
Thoughts that were never meant to be thought
The more restrained, the more they be sought
The original sin –
Will discipline never win?
Alas! – they found their way to you
Endings that cause addiction to morphine
Are born of beginnings unforeseen
I should’ve known
But I am not my own
Alas! – I’ll never find my way to you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a thought of wisdom...........nice writes.