Wrote you a message today.
So many things there were
That I didn’t say.
Like ‘miss you sweetie,
Wish you were here.
Wish you were near.’
I thought about maybe
‘I love you, xxxooo’
But it’s oh so messy.
There are so many things
I wish I did. So many things
I wish I said.
Feelings inside that scream
In their dungeon.
That we done gone shut in.
Things we don’t say cause we can’t
Because we fear the repercussions
Because all we desire is acceptance.
So we live it all out in dreams instead.
And by some freakish chance, that person
Might hear our dreams and answer ‘fore we’re dead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem