And I am afraid,
That one day you won't need me,
And I am ashamed,
This has kept itself together for so long,
It seems that the pages fell out from the start,
But we kept reading without thinking about what it said,
I try to stay awake to watch the sunrise but quickly fall asleep,
You lay there in the darkness and watch it swallow you,
There is something in my hand that always reminds me of you,
It's a scar from the rose I pulled for you,
I drank to the bottom of the glass,
But still I cry for you,
I breaks me in two,
Takes me away from reality,
And leaves me alone,
Falling to me kness when I am left with what I used to own,
A home, a bed, a love, and a unbroken heart
I share with you these now,
Take me and release me from where I am from.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Powerful. Evocative. Great... thank you. Ruth