I wish I had known...
You read 'vacant'
True intentions veiled
And then I watched you
Living as though I was indentured to your 'like'
Unashamedly giving scraps from the table of your love
Not anymore.
Power recovered.
Forewarned - prepared for any of your likenesses.
But I wish I had known...
Getting up after the fall is the hard part.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem