When my time comes again
I will not fight it anymore
For I am too weak to carry on the battle.
When my time comes again
I will surrender.
My cold pale, heart cannot take such endoors
I am too weak to fight such a hatred battle.
And I am getting weaker by the second
Soon my time will come again
I shall not fight no more
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Makayla, Thanks for your comment on one of my poems, I must say this poem I am reading is great..straight from the heart, great job, however, the secret of love as well as life is never to give up....Learn like me the hard and painful way not to miss the one that is gone but the one that is coming...which will bring you flesh dreams in a new setting and new meanings to your life...like I said in my poem 'In pursuit of Happiness' what I thought as a great loss turned out to be a blessing from the sky...Love, Romeo...Maybe I should change my name from Romeo Della Valle to Romeo Straight...and in my life everything might be ok, just kidding...take care...