Ten more times
to hide from the world.
Ten more glances
to pain my thoughts.
Ten more moments
lost from our what could have beens.
There's still ten more
but dont tell me.
I dont want to know.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sounds like us all. We hide from the truth. But it is still there. Thought provoking