They felt unwanted
unreal
unbecoming
unmine
Like someone in haphazard anger
Had just sewn them together
thrown them together
Hoping that no one would notice
no one would look
at them
They're so shy
so modest
so nervous
so bitten
No one would even know
They were there
And so they felt fat
and ugly
But loved
and happy
As they scattered secrets
In your hands
And watched them
felt them
held them
Melt
It was so warm
They had to melt
And linger
For you to take home
to bed
to breakfast
the day after
to paper
And you just washed them
wiped them
lost them
Without listening
To what they had
To say.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very good theme, but not poetic. Still I like it.