When I found you I was naive
to things that I would not believe...
...you could have done. No reasons why
I should not question, should not cry.
A shoulder, strong was not for me.
You fled from all inquiry.
And due to that I became mad.
I held contempt for you, so sad...
...that made me when you held the truth
for shame was yours, you hit the roof...
...only because you wouldn't share
the interest I had of just where
your mind once was. It turned into
a worthless conversation. Few...
...things bothered me and they were big.
I've understood not much but give...
...so much attention to these things
that break my heart and all it brings...
...is more curiosity. You
have so much more to offer too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A shoulder, strong was not for me. You fled from all inquiry Rachel Ann Butler