Emotions to express them,
Had to have...
For many is as natural,
To become disappointed.
Or feel a happiness.
Shown to be glad of it.
Tried attempts to prevent,
Deep sorrow and pain.
For no other reason,
But to maintain an appearance...
Of kept strength makes little sense.
When one's heart has been broken.
Impossible for anyone else,
To feel or know the depth felt of it.
"I know and understand how you feel."
-Do you?
Then how long did it take you,
To forget going through the healing process? -
"I...uh...
That's the one thing I don't know,
To understand.
Although...
I will be here for you,
Anytime you need someone...
To listen how you did it.
And how long it took."
-I doubt if that will be necessary.-
"Oh? Why? "
-I won't be taking notes.
Of how I felt to feel.
To hear someone say,
What they understood to understand.
But didn't to have a clue.
What it was I had to go through.
Even if to describe it in detail.
Or videoed myself screaming,
Going through the agony of it.-
"Well...
You do have a point.
But I would love,
To see something like that.
And...
Just think,
Anytime you wish to reminisce...
How you felt.
You can always go back,
To recapture it."
Tried attempts,
To prevent an argument.
Can be sometimes unavoidable.
But somehow,
The right words are found.
-You know,
Some folks say...
The most ridiculous ssshhh STUFF!
At the wrong time.-
"Oh? Like what? "
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem